The world around Yan Jin appeared to slow as he released the bow string. He could sense the strain in the air, the hum of energy coursed through every strand of his existence. His enhanced senses detected the slight static electricity dancing across his skin, the very environment alive with expectancy. Before gravity seized and dragged the arrows he had summoned earthward, they briefly hung in the heavens like stars in the midnight sky.
The sound of the arrows slicing through the air was like a whisper developing into a roar, the harsh hiss of thousands of missiles cutting through the atmosphere together. Each one trailed a fiery stripe behind it, the friction against the air igniting them into brilliant streaks of light as they dropped with the speed and intensity of a meteor shower. Above Pine City, the heavens were a magnificent tapestry of gold and silver, the arrows turning into blazing comets as they sped down Earth.
