Sylvanas took a deep breath.
She had only one chance.
This black arrow, forged from a fate most dire, was her trump card to turn the tide of the war.
Her gaze, sharp as lightning, locked onto the Orc Warchief. With all her might, she drew the bow, bending it like a full moon.
As the arrow tip aimed at the Orc's heart, her hand loosened the bowstring, and the arrow shot across the sky like a pitch-black meteor, reaching its target in an instant.
Holy shit! Overlord Blade Ruthless was startled, not even having the time to react before seeing a flash of black light in the sky, and the arrow was already before his eyes.
Before he could move, someone had already positioned themselves in front of Overlord Blade Ruthless.
A hefty Battle Axe blade precisely intercepted the arrow's trajectory.
Clang!
The sound of metal colliding rang out, the blade of the Battle Axe shattered by the impact, but it successfully deflected the arrow, sending it flying away.
