Golden mana enveloped Arthur's fingertips, flickering like eternal flames as he observed the falling arrows. Amidst the mixture of fear and anticipation within his small scout team, Arthur raised his palm toward the sky, as if it alone could shield them from the imminent danger.
These fiery arrows seek our demise, but instead, they shall rain flames upon those who launched them," Arthur muttered as his mana exuded an otherworldly aura. A formidable barrier materialized around the group, cocooning them within its protective embrace.
Boom!
The first arrow struck the barrier with tremendous force, but it didn't yield an inch. The ensuing shockwaves were effortlessly absorbed, failing to disrupt the tranquility within the barrier. No wind or sound penetrated its defenses, creating a safe haven for the group.