"Flashy trick!" one of the guards yelled as they gazed at Oliver condensing his green mana into an arrow on his bow, "But it won't save you from your fate," he said, pointing at Oliver with a disdainful look in his eyes.
Oliver's lips curled into a sly grin as he responded to the guard's mockery. "With this flashy trick of mine, I'll end all your lives without taking a single step," he said with an air of confidence.
The guard scoffed, shouting, "Dream on!" But before he could finish his sentence, a surge of mana coursed through Oliver's bow. In a quick and smooth motion, he released the arrow, its trajectory guided by his mana.