(A/N):
Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.
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The archers kept firing. Desperation could be seen in their every shot.
Precision lost. Control slipping.
Meanwhile...
Devara he didn't rush. Didn't retaliate immediately and over power him.
Because this—Needed an end, not a continuation.
Finally he decided to Draw the string.
As he pulled the string. Slow. Measured.
Light-blue yogic energy—Spiralled around. Condensed. Into a single arrow.
Not violent. Absolute.
And he raised his bow not at the archers.
But at the sky. And Release his bow's string.
A sharp thung echoed.
-THUNG!!!
The arrow ascended—Cutting through air and Into the clouds.
-SWISHHH!!!
And then—The sky responded as. Clouds churned around. Energy gathered in it.,.
Then the rain started. But it had no water drops in it.
