VS the Old Man of the Mountain (Fake)

Aya ignored the gaze and walked straight toward the shadow servant, King Hassan.

"Time, begin to flow."

"Boom!"

The one who fell was not Lakyus, but the shadow servant, King Hassan.

A point of light suddenly lit up on his blade, followed by a thunderous burst erupting from that point.

Shadow King Hassan reacted quickly and judged the situation precisely. He immediately let go, and the immense force sent the iron sword flying away.

However, he had let go just a fraction too late. In that brief instant, the iron sword bent in the middle. The shadow servant himself lost his balance as well.

Then, centered on the white-feathered arrow, a storm of lightning exploded.

At such close range, Lakyus stared dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events.

The arrow had appeared so abruptly that it seemed to have teleported directly onto the shadow servant's greatsword. Lakyus had not even realized it was an attack from an archer, mistaking it for some kind of magic instead.

Sparks flickered before her eyes, and the static pulled a loose strand of hair beside her cheek into the air.

She had not been hurt at all. But if the center of that lightning blast had been even a little closer to her...

With that much power, she would probably have been electrocuted into cooked meat.

Her heart hammered wildly, and Lakyus's underwear was already soaked through with cold sweat.

The boy walked toward them along the street, a dark azure longbow slung across his back. His expression showed neither joy nor sorrow.

"The Azure Bow God..." Lakyus recognized him. "Wait, then that attack just now..."

Could that have been the power of an arrow?

The boy stopped in front of Lakyus and turned to face the demon. He did not ask Lakyus