At first, Artie stiffened on impulse, but after a few seconds, she relaxed her posture.
All the hunters could do nothing but quietly watch what was about to happen, while a few of them cast envious eyes at him.
Then immediately, a gust of wind exploded out of Eliron's body, curling around him as though it were green fire.
That aura encapsulated Artie as well, like flame clasping onto paper.
The moment it did, Artie gasped at the sheer intensity of the mana.
But he was not done.
Next, Eliron summoned Wind Slash, but instead of launching it at the monster, he coated the arrows with it.
The arrows glowed fiercely, waves of violent wind surging around them as Artie lifted the bow.
'Will this be enough?' he mused.
The mammoth's hide was so tough that a bombardment was not enough to make a dent.
Eliron was sure the attack would pack a punch, but somehow, he felt it still wasn't enough…
He sighed and then activated one more skill. [SSS Ranked Skill, Luck]
