The blasts of Esther's Magic still echoed in the forest, smoke curling through the trees.
For a moment the company waited in a tense mood with weapons ready. But no enemies emerged from the treeline. Only the crackling of fire and the faint rustle of leaves answered them.
Jan's bow remained drawn, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow. His voice was low, grim. "They're not people. Those arrows were also just Magic."
Arty gulped. She glanced around at the ground where the barrage should have left shafts and iron heads scattered but nothing remained.
The arrows had vanished the instant they hit Annette's dome or sank into the earth. Not even splinters were left behind.
Her heart pounded as she realized that this was a kind of Magic she had never seen before. Not fire, ice, wind, or earth like she has. This was conjuring something from nothing and creating weapons out of pure Magic energy.
She nodded to herself. "There's still so much I don't know…"
