The arrow hit its mark cleanly.
It struck the leading goblin on the right side directly between the eyes. Its head snapped backward, and it dropped without a sound, its legs folding beneath it.
The goblins behind it stumbled over the body, losing their momentum for half a second.
Thud!!
Kkrrccckkk!!
Noah was already nocking his next arrow.
He picked his targets methodically. Not the goblins Damien was already cutting through, but the ones approaching from the sides. The ones moving around the edges of the fight, trying to find an opening.
He tracked their movements, adjusted his aim, and released.
Second arrow. Third arrow. And then the fourth.
Each arrow was wrapped in a thin layer of blue mana, each one finding its target.
None of them wavered in the air or deviated from their intended trajectories.
