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The Greatbow Sylphid was a treasured relic said to be wielded only by the archers of the Stendal bloodline. The bow, stretching nearly two and a half meters, was both firm and absurdly elastic, while its string—finer and tougher than an Arachne’s silk—required superhuman strength to draw.
Legends surrounding this ancient weapon were countless, but among them, one characteristic stood out above all.
When Robin pulled the string with his right hand, a colorless, transparent arrow materialized in the empty air along with the creak of the tension being tested to its limit.
It wasn’t named after the Spirit King of Wind for nothing. The bow gathered the surrounding air itself, condensing it into arrows stronger than any Aura Arrow. And when imbued with the wielder’s Aura, their destructive power increased severalfold.
The air distorted before him as the wind cleared a path for the shot.
“Windflow Arrow, Rapid Tempo: Roaring Gale Arrow.”
A bow that nullified air resistance unleashed a storm. A “tempestuous storm” referred to the clash of violent wind and raging waves. That was exactly what Robin’s arrow became.
The moment it left the bowstring, it transformed into a tempest, shredding everything in its path. Even a Master would not survive a direct hit unscathed.
Cedric, thrilled to finally face an Aura Master of the bow, stepped forward boldly, drunk on the thrill of power and speed.
“Now this is fun! Stay out of my way!”
Valter didn’t even have time to stop him.
The Roaring Gale Arrow...
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