228 Brutal Skirmish

The moment the volley flew into the skies, Asura's body moved faster than his mind. He lunged forward, twisting his hips as lightning began to crackle and arc around his body. He held his sword tight and leaned forward. As the arrow descended towards him, a wild smile stretched on his face.

'Faster!'

He could feel the Animus within his body churning, surging towards his arms and blade, rapidly building in power as he stood ahead of unit nine and Cil, who watched the arrows and Asura with shocked eyes as they descended towards them in droves.

'Faster, damn it!' Asura cursed at himself as his body struggled to gather enough power, and his Animus condensed.

Cynthia, the royal knight leading their unit, spread her arms and cast a huge barrier of ice in the sky. However, the arrows seemed to have a strange piercing power, easily penetrating the wall. But she slowed them down.

"HOLY...!"