(Extra Chapter because of Magic Castle: 2/3)
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The Blizzard had started to close in.
As Amon found himself staring at the storm of winter approaching, he suddenly heard two shouts in his ear.
[DUCK!]
[DUCK!]
Immediately, his danger senses went off at full alert as his eyes darted around for danger.
The world slowed down as he exerted [Void Eyes] to its maximum, finding a volley of arrows approaching his neck.
It was too late to dodge them now.
Suppressing a click of his tongue, Amon's neck immediately turned into an ethereal wisp of smoke, separating his head and body.
The arrows passed harmlessly through the smoke, embedding themselves in the trunk of the tree.
Stepping back from them, Amon deactivated his familiar art and his eyes immediately darted to the source.
And in the distance, he saw a large polybolos, hidden among the bushes.