Chapter 125: The fall

Iosif's eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to understand the magical and surreal scene unfolding before him. Warriors were familiar with fire, some of them could harness mana to coat their weapons in it, which allowed them to slice through blocks of ice in a single attack. However, what Iosif was witnessing at this moment could never be reached, at least not in his limited view. The fiery mana was being manipulated and shaped into arrows, numbering in the hundreds and all pointed threateningly at them.

Suddenly, in an instant, like arrows released from a drawn bow, the fiery shapes hurtled towards the walls, leaving a misty trail in their wake like a comet streaking through the skies. At that moment, time seemed to stop.