Dorian stared at the infinite arrows filling the sky like stars. As the goddess released her bowstring, every arrow launched toward them like a meteor shower. As the mortals on the ground witnessed the scene, none of them could do a thing. In fact, no one dared to do a thing.
Each arrow the goddess shot at them encompassed brimming energy of the moonlight, tearing through the night sky with ease. Seraphine tried to use her blood to block some of them, but it was akin to throwing a glass of water at a forest fire.
Dorian stood there with anger not directed toward the goddess, but himself for being unable to block her attack. No matter how much mastery he had over weapons, it could never shield them from such an attack.