The figure in the distance moved, and suddenly the forest erupted with a wave of mana as woodland creatures scattered.
A hundred arrows materialized in the air, their silver tips gleaming as they arced through impossible trajectories.
The attack was meticulously coordinated from multiple angles, whether through the presence of multiple archers or a single entity exhibiting extraordinary speed.
The arrows descended like metallic rain, each one humming with divine power that made the air itself vibrate.
Jack's enhanced reflexes responded with mechanical precision.
His hands moved in patterns too fast for mortal eyes to track, deflecting arrow after arrow without breaking a sweat.
The projectiles diverted from their paths, embedding themselves in ancient tree trunks or spiraling off into the undergrowth.
The final arrow fell, its silver tip catching sunlight before Jack's hand batted it aside.
