"How is he doing that?"
Didn't it take him a while to charge just one arrow before?
But then, Alex saw it.
The bow—it was glowing.
Sylen wasn't charging each arrow individually. No… he had charged the entire bow.
So now, every time he nocked an arrow, it was automatically infused with Emi, ready to explode on release.
"Cool…" Alex whispered, impressed.
Meanwhile, Brakka was struggling.
He growled and roared, muscles bulging, but he couldn't get close.
Each arrow stopped him cold, pushing him toward the edge of the arena.
Sylen's goal was clear now—
Knock the Kruckle off the platform.
It was a solid plan.
Unlike the winged Vorakans, Kruckles couldn't fly. Falling off meant elimination—or death. Looking down, there was no visible bottom.
Brakka finally caught on to Sylen's plan and tried to dodge, running sideways, circling the arena, desperate to break the rhythm.
But then, something crazy happened.
