Chapter 289: Forest Of Death And An Artist
One of my fractured minds controlled the power within the arrows, maintaining the charge, the Essence tension inside them. The other fracture focused entirely on their direction—every angle, every possible trajectory accounted for.
I raised a finger and gave the command.
"Go."
The arrows obeyed.
They shrieked as they tore through the air, a golden rainstorm hurtling toward the forest below. The first one struck a crawler from the side, exploding through its skull. Bone, flesh, and black ichor sprayed outward—but the arrow didn’t dissipate.
Instead, I curved its path.
With a flick of intent, it twisted mid-air and buried itself into another crawler behind it. And another. One arrow—three kills.
All across the valley, golden streaks began to dance.
Heads burst like melons. Limbs were severed before they could twitch. The Dead Crawlers never even got the chance to scream. The arrows zipped between trees, ricocheted off rocks, slid across the forest floor only to rise again and strike from below.
My perception tracked them all, but I didn’t need to watch. My fractured mind was doing the work. One handled the orchestration. The other, the slaughter.
Small explosions echoed through the range—crisp, clean, and rhythmic.