The initial shock of the arrows' effect was quickly replaced by a fervent, almost rhythmic efficiency under William's unwavering commands.
The spirit masters, who had once viewed these small projectiles as useless slivers of wood and alloy, were now firing them with a desperate intensity. The result was a spectacle of carnage that had no precedent in their history books.
Using arrows to trigger a fratricidal war between Scarlet Bears? It was a concept so alien that it took their minds several minutes to fully process the reality unfolding before them.
The arrows were not merely weapons; they were catalyst points. Each strike disrupted the delicate sensory trance the spears had established, turning the nearest bears into targets of absolute hatred for their own kin.
The effect was no less profound than the Spears of Lure had been—it was simply the other side of the same devastating coin.
