The Companions Unleashed

The sky disappeared beneath a storm of arrows.

Thousands of shafts streaked across the Scarred Waste, their sharpened tips glinting in the sunlight.

Flames crawled along some, frost crystallized around others, and streaks of magical energy trailed the rest.

Each carried a different skill, but every one shared the same target.

Thunder Roc.

The enormous golden eagle circled above Ironclad's formation with Kael standing steady on its back, a living bolt of lightning that flashed gold whenever it crossed the sun.

Individually, the arrows posed little threat. Thunder Roc's attributes were far beyond anything these players could challenge, and most hits would inflict a handful of damage at best.

But there were thousands of them. Even the strongest creature could be worn down if enough attacks landed, and Ironclad's officers knew it. That was why every available Archer had been ordered to fire at once.