In the distance, Ciela's foot rested on the wooden battlement, her bow swirling with azure particles as she gathered mana into the tip of her arrows. The bow creaked with the immense force growing with each passing moment. Her mana focused and increased the density of magic.
"Haa..."
With a long breath, she exhaled, creating vapor waves of mana that blew from the side of her lips.
"Archers, maintain magic pressure."
A cold, almost mechanical voice came from her lips as the thirty demon knights, trained by the dark elf princess herself, all mimicked her arcane archery, smaller and less powerful, but one by one, the tips of their bows lit up in the dark sky.
"Hold."
In their vision, Erika and Velvet were fighting the revived demon commander, its left arm starting to regenerate, but a full recovery seemed impossible. Instead, it formed a series of spiked tentacle whips.
"Aim for it's eyes, make an opening for our sisters."
Ba-Dump!
Ba-Dump!
