Burning
Sylas' gaze flashed with a cold light. It seemed that whenever he got into trouble, it came in endless waves. However, every time it happened, he seemed to become more and more used to it.
His body, which had begun to cool down after the battle, suddenly began to heat up once again.
As he rolled, he left Archibald behind a tree and the direction of the arrow had already been retraced through his mind.
In an instant, he had already pulled out a ballista bolt. By the time he had popped back up to his feet, the bolt had appeared at the edge of his visualization range, and he launched it at full speed.
The archer didn't expect that an attack would suddenly appear dozens of meters from Sylas' location. They were so focused on Sylas himself that they weren't prepared.