By the seventh day, a considerable section of the forest around his temporary camp had suffered because of his frustration.
He stood in the middle of a clearing surrounded by severed trees. His bow remained raised as wind circled him.
Several arrows were suspended in the air ahead, each surrounded by compressed Wind Aether strong enough to punch through the defenses of most SSS-ranked creatures.
He released his fingers and the arrows disappeared.
A series of explosions followed.
Three trees were penetrated completely before the arrows curved through the forest, changing directions under Atheline's control and striking several stone targets he'd positioned earlier.
He lowered the bow and waited but nothing happened.
Atheline stared at the destruction in complete frustration.
"Wonderful."
A bird somewhere above him chirped.
"I know."
Another chirp.
"You're welcome to try."
The bird flew away.
