Lightning descended from the sky, illuminating the black night.
After the dazzling electrical light had faded, the young man holding a Thunder Spear propped himself up on the ground, covered in wounds, his face smeared with mud. He spat out some dirt and once again gazed up at the sky, where an elf with butterfly wings was fluttering.
The golden-haired, dazzling elf girl raised her arms, and tender, jade-green buds grew and extended from the Vine Ring on her wrist, eventually forming an elegant flower-and-foliage bow. Magic Power kept converging, solidifying in the night sky into a spiral arrow that rested on the transparent bowstring.
Her breath continuously rising, intricate Enchanted Patterns formed Arrays spreading out behind her, layer upon layer of light rings gathered around the bow and arrow, appearing delicate yet unmatched.