Blind

"How tragic."

Facing the three from Chaldea, Tristan had many questions in his heart, but since he had already identified them as enemies, he would show no mercy.

A bone-chilling killing intent suddenly erupted, and Tristan's index finger slipped from the bowstring.

A sharp, resonant twang filled with murderous intent rang out.

It transformed into hundreds upon thousands of invisible slashes, tearing through the air with a swift, faint burst of sound as they reached the earthen slope where the three stood in an instant.

The unseen slashes formed an airtight cage, leaving the three no gap whatsoever through which to escape.

Tristan's attack...