Lyrel and Caelthar froze where they stood, their minds unable to process what they were seeing.
"How… how did he do that?" Caelthar asked in disbelief. His voice trembled and his eyes locked on the arrows hanging silently above Krono.
Lyrel's brows furrowed deeply and her sharp gaze narrowed as if just her focus could solve the mystery before her.
She searched her memory, racing through every scrap of knowledge and every tale of legendary Mages or forbidden rituals.
But no matter how hard she tried nothing fit what she was seeing right now. Nothing even came close.
"I don't know," she admitted at last, her voice clipped with frustration. "He doesn't look like he's using any powerful elemental Magic or even a forbidden spell. There's no ripple in the air, distortion, or flare of energy. It's… it's as if the arrows are just frozen in time itself."