Now.

Arcs of lightning suddenly bombarded the battlefield. Screams of horror and agony sounded for those that were lucky. For those that were unlucky, they found themselves directly blasted into bits and pieces of ash, their souls and bodies incinerated down to the last cell.

Ryu released a roar, his arrow pulling back and suddenly being released in a flashbang of arcing light. It tore a path into the skies, splitting space as it passed by and shooting into the construct that lay ahead.

It looked as though Ryu had completely lost his mind. To attack the skies like this and for seemingly no reason was nothing more than the pinnacle of madness. However, for some reason, it left him feeling exhilarated, as though he was finally free of a shackle that had held him down all his life.

He was Ryu Tatsuya, so what if he attacked the skies? Weren't they only shocked because they didn't dare to?

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!