Each sound was a Civilization ending, a Way shattering, an existence that had accumulated power over eons being reduced to nothing more than harvest waiting to be claimed.
And then the arrow warped one final time to appear before the eyes of a scrambling Gal'Thûrak in the skies!
The demon spirit's seven eyes went wide with horror and fear that he had not felt in eons, his chains rattling uselessly at his sides as he recognized that death had come for him in the form of a blue-gold arrow that had just murdered his colleagues without slowing down.
"PLEASE!"
His roar was desperate and pathetic, the sound of someone who had spent his existence subjugating others suddenly finding himself on the other end of absolute power, and the terror in his voice was so raw and so genuine that it might have moved a lesser being to mercy.
Noah was not a lesser being.
