The arrow flew whistling with monstrously destructive force behind it that no doubt, could even pierce through a hard rock judging by the sheer ominous sound of slicing the air that it made.
However, suddenly an unexpected thing occurred that no one noticed, including the assailant who shot the arrow.
Ethan's soul fluctuated and the Temple inside it rumbled turbulently as if it was being strained to its furthest limits as Afriel could be seen standing in front of a small bluish-white sapling made up of Frost inside the Garden.
Ariel had lightly made contact with one of its leaves, his eyes were closed as he murmured a chant in the Arcanic, incomprehensible language of Gods.
Miraculously, just as the arrow was only a few hundred meters away from Ethan, a strong breeze blew slightly shifting the trajectory of the arrow a bit upward.
