Fenric did not stop.
He adjusted his aim and released another arrow.
The second Bluewater Orc turned just in ti to see the flash of gold.
The arrow struck its throat.
It gurgled once and fell backward off the tower.
"Two," Fenric whispered.
Below, the camp reacted.
Orcs shouted.
Weapons were grabbed.
One of them blew a horn, the sound low and rough.
At the center of the camp, the Sea Orc Shaman lifted his staff.
Blue light gathered around his mouth.
"He’s starting a chant!" Seraphina shouted.
Fenric didn’t hesitate.
He fired.
The arrow slamd into the Shaman’s shoulder, forcing him to grunt and break the spell. The blue light vanished.
"Good," Seraphina said. "Keep doing that."
Three orcs rushed toward the trees.
Fenric jumped back, running sideways as he drew another arrow.
He fired while moving.
The arrow hit the first orc in the knee. It fell hard.
Fenric followed up with a second shot to the throat.
The other two orcs threw water blades.
Fenric rolled, feeling one slice past his arm. He ca up on one knee and fired twice.
One arrow hit an eye.
The other pierced a chest.
Both orcs dropped.
"Five," Fenric counted under his breath.
His heart was racing, but his mind felt clear.
The Shaman roared and slamd his staff into the ground.
Water surged around two remaining orcs, wrapping them in glowing blue light.
"They’re buffed!" Liana shouted.
Fenric frowned.
"So I just hit harder."
He aid higher this ti.
One arrow went through the first buffed orc’s mouth.
The second took an arrow straight through the water-covered chest. The glow shattered like glass.
The Shaman tried to chant again.
Fenric shot imdiately.
The arrow clipped the Shaman’s jaw, making him stumble.
"Stop chanting!" Fenric shouted.
More orcs charged—four this ti.
Fenric ran, climbed onto a fallen log, and jumped down the other side.
As he fell, he fired mid-air.
One orc went down.
He landed, rolled, fired again.
Another dropped.
The last two hesitated.
That was their mistake.
Fenric planted his feet and fired twice in quick succession.
Both fell before they reached him.
Silence slowly returned.
Bodies were scattered across the camp.
Fenric stood breathing hard.
"...That’s all of them."
Only one enemy remained.
The Sea Orc Shaman.
It snarled, gripping its staff tightly, blue mana leaking from its body.
Seraphina spoke calmly behind him.
"Good work. Army cleared."
Fenric raised his bow and locked eyes with the Shaman.
"Now," he said, steadying his breath, "it’s just you and ."
The Shaman lifted its staff again.
Fenric smiled tightly.
"Don’t even try to chant."
The Sea Orc Shaman roared and slamd its staff into the ground.
Water exploded outward in a wide wave.
Fenric activated Lightstep instantly.
His body felt light—too light.
He moved ten tis faster than before, sliding back just as the wave tore through the ground where he had been standing. Dirt and wood flew everywhere.
"Still dangerous without chanting!" Seraphina warned. "Careful!"
Fenric didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the Shaman.
Too strong... I can’t let it control the battlefield.
The Shaman raised its staff again. Water spears ford in the air and shot toward him.
Fenric zigzagged at high speed. One spear shattered a tree behind him. Another grazed his shoulder, cutting his skin.
He skidded behind cover and drew his bow.
Golden light ford.
Golden Arrow activated.
The arrow glowed bright gold as Fenric released it.
The shot hit the Shaman’s arm.
Even with its thick skin and mana armor, the arrow punched deep—ignoring half its defense.
The Shaman howled in pain.
It ripped the arrow free, blood spilling, and tried to raise its staff again.
Fenric didn’t give it ti.
Divine Aim activated.
His vision sharpened. The Shaman’s weak points glowed faintly.
Fenric fired twice.
The first arrow struck the wrist, snapping bone.
The second pierced the thigh, forcing the Shaman to drop to one knee.
"Good," Seraphina said sharply. "You’re controlling the fight!"
The Shaman growled and forced words out of its mouth, trying to chant through the pain.
Fenric felt danger imdiately.
No spells. Not even one.
He sprinted forward using the last seconds of Lightstep.
As he ran, his bow pulsed blue.
His epic bow skill activated.
[Rising Tide – Nine Tides of Annihilation]
Nine arrows ford instantly.
Fenric released them all.
The first arrow struck the Shaman’s chest with heavy force.
The second hit harder.
The third slamd into its shoulder.
The fourth shattered ribs.
The fifth blew apart water mana defenses.
The sixth and seventh punched straight through its body.
The eighth nearly tore it in half.
The ninth—
The ninth arrow exploded with overwhelming water power.
The Shaman scread, its chant breaking completely.
But it still wasn’t dead.
Barely standing, it lifted its staff one last ti.
Fenric’s eyes narrowed.
Exclusive Skill activated.
Arrows of Fate.
A single golden-blue arrow ford.
Fenric fired at close range.
The arrow pierced the Shaman’s throat.
At the sa ti—
A debuff triggered: Mana Disruption
A buff triggered on Fenric: Focus Boost
The Shaman froze.
The chant died in its throat.
It collapsed backward with a heavy crash.
Silence filled the camp.
Fenric stood there breathing hard, bow lowered, hands shaking.
"...I won."
Seraphina walked forward slowly, her face serious—but her eyes bright.
"Yes," she said. "You defeated a Level 71 Sea Orc Shaman."
Liana stared at the body, completely speechless.
Spunky barked loudly and ran circles around Fenric.
Seraphina knelt beside the corpse and placed her hand on its chest.
A deep blue light gathered—far brighter than before.
A crystal ford in her hand.
Large. Clear. Almost perfect.
"A High-grade Water Core," she said. "Very close to perfect quality."
Fenric swallowed.
"...So this will be my first Aura Circle?"
Seraphina looked at him closely, then nodded.
"Yes. And because of how you fought—your control, your speed, your skills—this core will shape your Aura far better than a normal dium one ever could."
She placed the core into his hands.
"Take it, Fenric."
"This is where your real path truly begins."
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