The moon came then left.
Shadows shifted. Still nothing.
Even Linh stopped complaining— or not.
"…I hate this," he muttered.
Roah nodded once. Silence made the mind wander. Wandering made fear. Fear killed formations. A full day passed like that.
Then.
Without warning.
"FIRE—!"
Too late.
The sky already moved. Flaming stones. Dozens of them. Trailing smoke. Not high arcs. Low. Fast. Designed to land inside ranks.
"Mid-air!" Linh roared.
Sapphire moved instantly. Strings snapped like thunder. Arrows shot upward in sheets. Aura and aura-imbued tips screamed through air.
Crack.
Crack—
BOOM.
Fireballs bursting before they fell. Fragments rained down harmlessly.
But not all. One slipped through.
Impact.
Flame bloomed, men scattered, screams, sand kicked over burning cloth.
Another—intercepted last second. Explosion showering sparks across shields of spear-aura.
Smoke thickened. Heat crawled across the line.
"Faster!" Linh barked.
His own bow rose.
