Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ten arrows of black flames launched in rapid succession, each one faster than the last, each infused with a greater degree of the Concept of Flames. The air whistled with their speed, and space itself seemed to shudder under their trajectory.
They weren't just meant to hit—they were meant to overwhelm. The arrows screamed toward him like a storm of death, ready to crash into him from multiple directions at once.
Max's eyes gleamed with sharp excitement as the ten flaming arrows tore through the sky toward him like burning javelins of death.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and muttered calmly, "Magic Swords Barrage."
Instantly, the air around him shimmered as hundreds of ethereal blue swords materialized in formation, floating like a loyal army awaiting orders. Each blade pulsed with sharp intent, forged of condensed mana and laced with piercing energy.
