Jake didn't have an occasion to use his sight.
It was a modern feature he'd added to his bow, inspired by modern bows. It significantly increased Jake's range, allowing him to see enemies whom even mages couldn't.
Jake wanted to keep tabs on the shamans' schemes and never lose sight of them.
He needed his newest addition to the bow for that.
He kept himself afloat with The Feather Step.
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His focus sank into the trajectory line that had unrolled toward the shamans. It was as though Jake had used Death's Lock on them, but in reality, Jake focused so much that he couldn't see anyone else but them.
Their totems were close to them, so he kept an eye on them.
His breathing was calm.
His eyes were stretched wide.
'One thousand... and hundred strength! If I add my arrow's velocity and spin to that!' Jake drew the highest anchor and released an arrow upon noticing the first charge of magic.
He let it go.
The arrow whistled, drawing a trail of darkness in its wake. It slammed itself into the tsunami of flames and instantly erased it!
It was as though the fire magic never existed!
Jake nocked the second arrow.
His eyes reflected the bulging trail of earth digging toward his friends. Once again, he read through its strength and mana, releasing a perfect arrow to dispel it.
The same thing happened toward the swarm of silver flies.
It was on the fourth magic release that Jake noticed the difference. His eagle's tattoo also burned, telling him that something was odd about the second fire tsunami.
Jake whispered, "I know, Ender. This one is multiplied by Echo Domain."
He cut the strings of his Feather Step, plummeting to the floor.
Upon gently touching the floor, Jake doubled the size of his bow and pulled the bowstring toward his face. His hands were trembling, and so was the bow.
They lifted them up and impaled them before themselves as though shields.
The totems produced a loud, strange sound. It swept through Arthur and Shaw. The sound was so powerful that its waves were visible to the naked eye.
Those waves seemingly froze Arthur's sword and Shaw's spear. These two tried to fight back against the waves, their weapons shaking, to no avail.
"Sound is too dynamic of a weapon," Ajed Black said. He wrapped his arms around the totem and lifted it before putting it behind his right armpit.
He walked forward like a boss.
Arthur and Shaw exchanged glances.
"BLOOD SKIN!"
"LIVING WEAPON'S SACRIFICE!"
Simultaneously awakening their trump cards, these two lurched at Ajed Black. The man didn't expect them to have those skills up their sleeves, falling prey to them.
A spear and a sword went through his chest.
He held onto his totem, which flashed with a pale green light. It healed him, albeit slowly.
He growled and looked ahead.
Shaw stood still, with his left shoulder gone. He also lost a significant chunk of his chest and looked bizarre, with his clothes tangling in the gap.
It was the sacrifice he'd paid to strengthen himself. He also didn't mind hurting his left side, as it had been on his mind ever since coming to this place.
Shaw broadly smiled. "Surprised?! The weakest Casual Clown has so much up his sleeve, huh?! I am so great you'd better put respect into me and call me The Dragon Slayer!"
"Zip your lips, clown," Ajed Black replied.
Shaw blinked. "B-But you easily gave in to Jake's request and called him Archer."
"Who else calls you The Dragon Slayer?" Ajed Black scowled.
Shaw blushed.
Even his girlfriend didn't call him The Dragon Slayer.
Oh, the misery!