The Harpy sensed danger too late.
Ethan released the firing mechanism.
The ballista discharged with catastrophic force
The bolt transformed into a silver-streaked missile, cutting through intervening space faster than ordinary eyes could track.
It struck the Harpy mid-chest, silver-enhanced penetration overcoming the beast's defences.
The silver-ranked monster plummeted, wings failing as it crashed among its own forces. Its silver aura flickered wildly, life force diminishing but not extinguished.
Soldiers stared in stunned silence, then erupted in cheers that echoed across the battlements.
Ethan ignored the celebration, eyes fixed on the fallen Harpy.
It's not dead. But it's wounded.
Even with him using his talents behind it, the ballista bolt hadn't delivered a killing blow. The creature lived, though injured.
