A flicker of surprise crossed Hila's face as he witnessed this display. "Hmm, a spirit you say... world holds many mysteries, it seems. But give it to me," he continued, his eyes hardening. "Your weakling power won't be enough to defeat me."
Lyra, ignoring his arrogance, began weaving a new spell. Her hands danced an intricate pattern, her ruby pendant glowing brighter with each passing moment.
The air crackled with anticipation, and the crowd held its breath, unsure what powerful magic the mage was about to unleash.
Whoosh! ripped through the air, but this time it wasn't a single arrow.
Kael, his face etched with determination, had unleashed a volley imbued with elemental power. The arrow, upon leaving the bowstring, split into a dazzling display – a fiery comet streaked towards Hila, followed by a swirling vortex of water, and then a barrage of earth-tipped arrows.
