The moment the shot connected, the entire arena erupted. A wave of stunned silence rippled through the crowd for a split second before an explosion of noise followed—gasps of disbelief, roars of exhilaration, and cries of outrage all blending into a deafening storm of voices. The air buzzed with raw energy, the audience teetering on the edge of their seats, eyes locked onto the battlefield with renewed intensity.
The smoke from the impact curled outward, but before it could clear completely, a sudden burst of light flickered within the dense fog.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Multiple magical projectiles shot forth from the heart of the smoke screen, streaking through the air like vengeful phantoms. Their glow left burning trails in their wake as they hurtled straight toward Alistair, who had already leapt away the moment he regained his footing.
Yet, the moment he moved, the projectiles twisted mid-air, their paths bending unnaturally.
They were homing in on him.
