Saving Fayeth I
Rurik, with a sense of pride and accomplishment, presented the five arrows to Michael.
"These arrows are ready for rune engravings," he announced, holding them out for Michael to see.
The arrows, carved from the centipede's bone, were sleek and perfectly balanced. Each shaft was smooth, with a natural luster that made them appear almost ethereal. The arrowheads, sharp and menacing, promised a deadly impact.
"That won't be necessary." Michael, examining the arrows, replied.
With a simple flick of his wrist, he placed the arrows into his system storage, where they vanished from sight, safely tucked away for future use.
Rurik's curiosity and shock were evident on his face.
"How exactly are you planning to kill Rainar? And what happens if you actually succeed in killing a god?" Asked Rurik.
Michael chuckled lightly, a twinkle in his eye.
"We'll have to wait and see, Rurik. Some things are better left as surprises."