บท 885: The Slightest Comfort

Ryu's gaze shifted to Supreme Blacksmith Arcus. This was the first time he was meeting the Fragmented Sky God like this. However, it didn't seem to matter.

Supreme Blacksmith Arcus could have never thought that the brat he refused to forge a bow for would be standing here before him with his life in the palm of his hand.

Ryu didn't speak a word to him. Pressing two fingers together, he drew a curved arch from high above his head down toward his feet, a line of qi following his actions. Then, he drew a straight line from the center of this curved line backward.

In that moment, a bow and arrow of qi formed, pulsing and radiating with power.

Supreme Blacksmith Arcus didn't get to say anything as Ryu released, the blazing arrow of black striking his chest true.

The Supreme Blacksmith looked down at where his heart had been. The message seemed to ring loud and clear in his ears. His blacksmithing wasn't needed.