Belphegor released the bowstring, the wind arrow sailed through the air and created a miniature tornado that hit one of the Myrmidon.
"Ah! Who's there?" the other two screamed as they wielded their weapons, surveying the area for a potential enemy.
Since Belphegor's arrow was made of wind, it vanished as soon as it hit the target, which led to the lack of evidence, but dealt some damage.
"Ugh! It hurts," the man who got hit sat up. He clenched his arm, where it was bleeding and his muscles were torn apart.
The other Myrmidon grabbed their injured comrade, pulling him toward the tent for safety while the other one was guarding them.
Damon's eyes widened in amazement. He had never seen someone wield an element so dynamically.
Belphegor looked at Damon with a huge grin on his face, feeling proud of what he just did. He lowered his bow and moved closer to Damon as he whispered. "Your turn."
