Luck

It was a sonorous, beautiful sound. It was just the twang of a bow, and yet it sounded more like the string of a harp.

Commander Sunshine was frozen in shock. Logically, he knew that the arrow wasn't coming toward him, and yet it felt that way nonetheless. In fact, his feelings were much the same as everyone else's.

The range of the arrow was clearly enormous, and yet it felt like each and every one of them was being targeted individually.

There was simply no escape.

Invalids began being wiped out one after another long before the arrow even descended. The shocking scene was enough to pull one's soul out of their bodies.

How could such a terrifying arrow exist?

It sucked up all the energy of the formation in the blink of an eye.