Demiurge - Immune to Arrows

Pabel stood.

His subordinates followed.

They only had a moment to aim. To Pabel, fifty yards was point-blank range. He drew his bowstring with the intent to kill without hesitation—and felt his eyes meet Jaldabaoth’s behind his mask.

I’m not giving you time to flee or defend. You’ll regret being arrogant enough to come to the front line alone!

“Loose!”

At the sound of Pabel’s voice, fifty-one arrows flew.

Enchanted missiles launched from enchanted bows.

Fire arrows trailed red; ice arrows, blue; lightning arrows, yellow; acid arrows, green, Pabel’s holy arrows, white—all racing across the void.

Having been loosed from strings drawn to their limits, they flew in straight paths, none of them arcing. All stuck their target, Jaldabaoth, without fail.

Pabel’s shot was particularly powerful. Boosted with arts and skills, its destructive energy matched that of an overhead blow delivered by a heavy warrior. Even a man in full plate armor should have gone sprawling.

But Jaldabaoth endured all fifty-one arrows without so much as flinching.

Then something happened that made Pabel doubt his eyes.

The arrows that should have pierced his body all fell to the ground.

What?! Some defensive ability against projectiles?!

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Volume 12, Chapter 1.2