The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 192

“This is how powerful those people were a century ago. After so many years, do you think their strength would have remained stagnant? If you could not even shake my barrier a little, then it is useless for you to learn of their identities,” Draven said without a change in his expression.

Erlos said nothing. He could only silently grit his teeth in anger and frustration. He held another arrow, and this time, he wrapped more of his elemental power around the arrow. He thought of the other magic skills he learned in the past and chanted under his breath to add them to this shot.

If viewed by an outsider, one would be in awe to see the terrain around the silver-haired elf being changed by the mere force from that arrow.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

‘More arrows… faster… I need to shoot them faster!’

Countless enchanted arrows were shot at that shield, but still, the result was the same. It had reached to the point that Erlos had run out of wooden arrows and was already using pure magic, his arrows created from nothing but his own power. He didn’t give up and kept trying, again and again, creating wind arrows with strength enough to destroy this part of the forest if it weren’t for Draven’s shield.

Draven remained standing in place without a word. He neither stopped him from trying nor commended him for showing talent beyond his peers, simply watching behind that shield with his hands folded behind him.

Though Draven wasn’t intending it, his nonchalance further provoked Erlos. The elf hated how he looked as if he was sure not a single arrow would reach him.

After so many tries that Erlos even forgot counting, the young elf finally ran out of magic power and collapsed on his knees. Drops of blood could be seen dripping from his nose, and even the fingers of his hand holding the bow were bleeding. They could not even properly hold the weapon anymore.

Erlos let out a frustrated curse, angered by the overwhelming sense of helplessness inside him.

The shield in front of Draven disappeared and he walked toward Erlos. He only stopped after reaching the kneeling young elf. “You did not break the shield…”

Erlos angrily wiped away the blood from his nose.

“…but you showed potential. You managed to create a small crack in that shield.”

His words didn’t excite Erlos at all. “What is the use? I failed because I’m weak.”

“You improved a lot compared to last time. It won’t take you long to reach your goal if you keep trying.”

Erlos continued to furiously wipe away his nosebleed. “How long do I need to try? I cannot wait to get my hands on them.”