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That notion made Thynvil burst into snickering, which made his shot plop harmlessly into the sea.

“Burning arrows don’t exist,” the elf said, trying to wipe his smile from his face. “But don’t worry, I have a workaround.”

In his hand, a tiny but radiant flame combusted, which quickly grew and shaped itself into the unmistakable shape of an arrow.

“Magic does neat tricks.”

He nocked the arrow-shaped flame, aimed the bow at a lower trajectory than for his mundane arrows, and let go.