A single command elicited a sharp response; the multi-squad of archers wielding advanced manifestation arts that defied the outrageous suppression of the Battlefield acted decisively, aiming at Tuo Bihan with lethal precision. Bowstrings pulled taut were released at a staggered cadence, not simultaneously. Arrows jetted across the battlefield, digging long trenches as swirling, destructive gales formed.
Dried blood, long-dead corpses, and shattered weapons bearing the unwilling wills of the fallen were carried along, tainting the arrows themselves with a deep scarlet hue and further imbued with the aura of the Law of War. An unholy suppression of spirit and body raced toward Tuo Bihan far ahead of the lightning-like heavy arrows. They locked onto his thin frame with unerring accuracy.
