314. When I get angry, even gods will tremble beneath my feet

At that precise moment, Orion released the arrow. The instant it left his grip, it felt as though the control he had over the wind vanished, leaving the swirling tempest to rage unchecked. The storm intensified, howling around them, whipping debris into the air as the wind tore at everything in its path.

The arrow shot forward, carried by the gale, slicing through the air like a force of nature. Everything in its trajectory was obliterated. The concrete road leading to the villa cracked and split, chunks of asphalt thrown into the air as the arrow's sheer force carved a destructive line straight toward the killer.

In mere seconds, the arrow was upon him, a lethal projectile surrounded by the fury of the storm.

"Child's play," the killer sneered as he caught the arrow effortlessly with his bare hand. His expression was one of disdain, but Orion's faint smile suggested he had been waiting for this moment.