The guards stared dumbfoundedly as the monsters that had been ferocious just moments ago, driving them into desperate straits, now fell in swathes like harvested wheat.
Those elusive yellow arrows were more accurate than the most seasoned hunters, and exceptionally deadly.
Even the alpha among the Grayrock Maned Wolves could not withstand a single arrow. Their tough fur was like thin paper before such arrows.
Standing atop a rock, Feyn's palm was drenched in cold sweat as he gripped his dagger. The speed and perception he had always taken pride in seemed utterly feeble before that near-miraculous attack.
He had personally seen an arrow skim past his scalp and pin a Mane Wolf that had been about to ambush him to the rock behind him.
If it had been off by even the slightest bit, it could have blown off the top of his skull. Feyn was very glad he had not jumped around recklessly at the time.
In truth, those arrows had all been condensed from yellow sand by Duke and precisely controlled with mental power, so there was no risk of friendly fire.
Even if Feyn had suddenly jumped, the arrows would have turned sharply and avoided him.
Duke controlled those arrows as easily as his own limbs, hitting whatever he pointed at.
In merely a few breaths, the Grayrock Maned Wolf pack, originally fierce and superior in numbers, collapsed under Duke's Energy Arrows like divine punishment, scattering instantly like an ant colony doused in boiling water.
More than two-thirds of the Mane Wolves became cold corpses on the ground. The few that remained had long since been scared witless. Letting out terrified whimpers, they tucked their tails and fled for their lives without looking back, vanishing into the shrubs along the hillside and leaving behind only a