Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

The thing was that Arthur himself was sure his arrow would reach its target without knowing how, so when he saw the arrow moving following this suction force he was surprised and happy.

Either his master was helping him, or this pillar was really sick of all these tries to make it turn to the dark side, and it decided to make a stand.

Or perhaps it's a thing of the arrow he made following his master's instructions.

Once the arrow was launched, nothing stopped it; no arrays, no monsters, not even attacks of different kinds on the arrow.

Arthur was happy and wanted to stand and see what would this arrow end up with, but he wasn't protected from the wrath of the arrow; he was simply exposed to what was going to happen next just like anyone else here.

Or that was what he believed.

So, the next moment he didn't bother himself with anyone here, turned around and rapidly hit the ground towards the portal, taking less than one hour to do so.

But the arrow hit the pillar in less than ten minutes. The scene was really majestic and shocking beyond description. The arrow once hit the pillar, the whole world felt this massive rumble that engulfed the entire world, shaking even the souls of each creature living here.

Everyone felt this, all except Arthur. Everyone was subjected to freezing waves of pressure emanating from the pillar, but not Arthur. He kept flying towards the portal not caring about anything else. His time was tight, and now he knew what he had to do with the rest of it.

He would visit each single world and launch an arrow towards the pillars, freeing every world from any hostiles. Then he would use the last six hours hoping to reclaim these pillars.

The pillar kept exerting its growing pressure over the world here, and Arthur kept approaching the portal until he finally exited it.

"Phew, next time let me try and aim towards the general direction of the pillar from the start, as this was quite scary."

He knew if he was caught in the turmoil of the pillar retaliation, he might not be exempted from the pillar wrath. So he was quite nervous especially when he stole a glance to see the pillar was taking the same shape his arrow of extermination took when attacking; a mix between bronzed giants and dragons.

The next thing would be a total annihilation attack level. the moment he got out, and just as he took a couple of breaths, he noticed that during the past two hours, his enemies sent in a flood of humans and warriors, filling the gaps between the portal again.

So the moment he went out, he was pumped by endless monsters and defensive arrays. He sighed, and without saying a single word in reply to all the shouts that erupted the moment he appeared, he took out his bow and a single arrow of extermination.

"Don't play much with fire, boys!" he smirked before sending the arrow flying to a distance safe away from his location, in between the other portals, aiming to clear all the area from his enemies.

"What the hell is that?!!" however what he saw shocked him for a moment here. the arrow just before landing on its target, was engulfed by something invisible, and disappeared! "Is this some kind of a monster or…?" he thought to himself before glancing over him. "Let's leave this area by force first."

He opened his mouth and started to shower the entire place with his fiery breaths. The first attacks killed many monsters which were taken by surprise; they thought he only could attack using bow and arrows.

This created an empty space enough for him to move freely for a couple of minutes. "Let's see what is happening there," he smiled with some excitation and anticipation in his mind. He had a vague idea about what was going on, but he needed to confirm it first.

So he took out his arrows, and this time he didn't take a single or a couple; he took a hundred!

In the next minutes he fired the hundred ones towards different directions, and the same thing happened, almost, in the arrows; disappearing into nothing the moment they were about to touch the ground.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

At least five of the arrows hit the ground, luckily not close to each other, causing enough devastation from their horrifying attack.

As the attacks engulfed everything, Arthur kept noticing the places where his arrows previously vanished, and once the attack reached these places; some sort of an invisible protective shield appeared.

It was like a small curtain, just limiting a rectangular area, anything beyond it was devastated by the attack per usual. "Bingo, you use the pocket worlds to take the hits of my arrows? You really underestimate me and my arrows, hahaha!"

He laughed evilly, while appearing to others as scary roars. Arthur then didn't stand in his place, moved instantly towards the nearest portal, even enduring some shockwaves of his previous attacks.

"The more pocket worlds you bring to me the better; as I won't be polite and will take them all," he said with great excitement to himself. this wasn't a thing to be sad about, as losing not a hundred, but even a thousand of his arrows wouldn't be a problem to him.

His enemies thought –wrongly –that he had a limited amount of these arrows, so they figured out a way to exhaust his reserve of them. "If they knew I had over ten thousand arrows in my possession, what would they feel? Hahahaha!"

He made all these while waiting for hours inside the protective shield of his attacks. With time, he became so proficient in making these arrows, as the process of forging them now was considered a routine easy work for him.

The moment he entered the second portal, he glanced at all the huge army waiting nervously for him, and smiled.. "Are you ready to receive my arrow?" he said while taking out his bow and arrow, preparing to use them blindly, hoping this might work.