Your quiver isn't just wood and feathers; it's a whispered promise of power. Traits, those potent modifiers woven into each piece of your gear, become your secret allies, transforming your arrows into spectacles of devastation. Imagine your bowstring vibrating with Throne and Liberty Lucent arcane energy, each shot unleashing a chain of lightning that arcs between enemies, or your arrows whistling with an unsettling silence, cleaving through armor with surgical precision. The tapestry of possibilities is endless, a symphony waiting to be orchestrated by your cunning and experimentation.
As the battle rages, Cornelius unleashes his fury, the Colosseum echoing with the clang of shields and the screams of fallen comrades. Each phase of his assault presents a new challenge, a fresh verse in the song of war. You adapt, reposition, your eagle eyes scanning the battlefield for an opening, a chink in the beast's armor. This is where patience meets precision, where every shot counts, every whisper reverberates with the fate of your guild.
Finally, you stand before Cornelius in his final, enraged form, the ground slick with spilled blood and shattered bone. This is the cheap Throne and Liberty Lucent crescendo of the symphony, the climax of the battle. Unleash your ultimate ability, a volley of arrows empowered by the collective might of your guild, each shaft a whispered scream of vengeance. With a synchronized roar, the guild surges forward, their attacks synchronized with your final, deadly aria.