Arrow Erome !!top!! -

The shadow vanished. No whistle. No streak. Just a sudden, profound absence of sound where the siege engine’s fiery belch had been. The iron beetle shuddered, its furnace heart going dark. The hollow men paused, confused, their commands dying in their throats.

He would have to choose more carefully next time. But for now, in the blessed, ringing silence, Erome allowed himself a single, broken whisper of a smile. arrow erome

The arrow was not made of wood or steel, but of solidified shadow. Erome, the last Keeper of the Silent Quiver, felt its weight less in his hand and more in his chest. It hummed with a frequency that ached behind his teeth. The shadow vanished

Erome slumped to his knees, the bow clattering beside him. The arrow was gone, spent. But Veridias was not saved. Only granted a breath. Just a sudden, profound absence of sound where