Originally, such a thing should not have happened.
Because Vivian had not used her talent power at all.
That was precisely why the magic array on the Holy City's walls had not been triggered.
Otherwise, just like the arrows fired by the other Longbowmen, there would have only been a flash of white light before the arrows were either knocked away.
Or shattered outright because they could not withstand the force.
And without talent power, there was no way that arrow could have embedded itself in rock.
Of course, there was another possibility: perhaps she had simply been lucky enough to hit a gap between the stone blocks.
But the high priests were not focused on why the arrow had managed to pierce the city wall.
Instead, they were waiting for the moment the wall came crashing down.
After all, Nalant had just sworn with absolute certainty that his plan had succeeded.
"Ha ha, have all of you lost your minds?"
"Why don't you tell me exactly what you're trying to do?"
"First you tried to burn down our Holy City's walls, then you tried to flood them."
"And now, even more laughably, you're shooting arrows at the wall?"
Just then, Silas's mocking voice rang out from atop the city wall.
After being subjected to one ridiculous attempt after another, Silas had finally been unable to resist using divine power to ridicule the allied forces of the divine kingdoms.
Originally, he had not intended to do this, because he needed to hold the Holy City for at least half a year.
Silas was a cautious man. He knew that mocking the high priests of the divine kingdoms in public would very likely provoke them into launching even more frenzied attacks.
Thus, ever since the war had begun, he had never