After calming his racing heartbeat, Suna peeked once again at the Drow Ranger. She carefully moved toward the house. Bringing this into close-quarters combat would no doubt put him at a disadvantage.

  Suna moved, with bow and arrow drawn. He shifted across and let his arrow fly, piercing through the window.

  Glass broke. The Drow Ranger saw him, and she let loose an arrow in a fraction of a second. Both arrows passed by each other. Suna dove aside from the window, and the Drow's arrow lanced through where he had been.

  He stood and fired again–in pure reflex, he ducked an arrow that almost blew his brain apart.

  Suna dreaded how fast the Drow drew, probably quicker than him. He rolled over, and from the other end of the window, he launched another arrow. The Drow stepped to her right, dodging his arrow, and she fired back.

  Suna, however, managed to duck in time again. He breathed out as he saw the arrow sticking from the bedpost, cracking its wood.

  If he just had a couple of seconds to aim…

  Trying his luck again, Suna squared up and was about to shoot, but the Drow was not there; she was much closer to his house. Suna threw his body into the corner of the room, evading another arrow.

  This time, it sank into him that he did not have the luxury to keep trading arrows. The longer it took, the worse it would be for him.

  Drawing his arrow, he hovered with his full height to be greeted by the sight of the Drow Ranger sprinting into the house. Suna drew and took time to aim at the moving target. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched him. His bow thrummed, and the air streaked around his ear. The arrow flew true, but the Drow rolled in time. She stood and knelt with bow up, and before Suna knew it, an arrow was heading straight at him—at his face. It was a perfect shot; his Archer Sense screamed at him to dodge. But at the same time, his Archer Sense also shouted that the Drow is in a vulnerable position. So, taking in both inputs, he bent his head, letting the arrow whistle past his ear.

  His arm moved, and another arrow was drawn. The arrow hissed through the air straight at the Drow.

  The Drow, still with her knee bent, took time to stand. And as if recognizing she couldn’t dodge, the Drow moved in a flash and let loose another arrow in an instant.

  Suna groaned, and he gritted out the pain as her arrow connected to the space between his shoulder and neck. He tried to draw, but his body groaned in response.

  Another arrow flew through, and Suna was able to duck, not from dodging, but because the pain forced him down, which was incredible luck.

  Why was the Drow still able to fire? Did he miss? Fear crept in; if he indeed missed, then the Drow could just easily enter the house and kill him.

  He decided to risk it and take a peek. To see the Drow lying sprawling on the ashen ground with her right leg bent in a gruesome way. His arrow has impaled her ankle. But not her hand, the Drow could shoot – Suna's eyes widened, she was reaching for her potion!

  He screamed out, the pain overwhelming. The Drow's attention was on him, like hell he's going to let her drink that potion. Suna drew his bow, and he held it.

  The Drow Ranger's hand left her hip, and immediately she picked up her bow, aiming another arrow at him. But Suna released first, his arrow streaked and landed beside the Drow's head. He threw his body to the corner, and the Drow's arrow streaked into the bedpost again. Biting his lips to the point he tasted blood, Suna drew an arrow again. He dove aside and aimed at the Drow, who again reached for her potion.

  Suna fired, and it landed near her legs. His hand moved, and the Drow's hand was trying to reach her bow again. Another arrow darted just above her shoulder. It was enough for Suna to grunt in frustration, but he kept going.

  The Drow drew. But Suna unleashed another one first; the arrow traced a true arc, sinking into the Drow's left leg.

  an arrow flitted through the air, and this time her arrow didn't even make it inside the window. Her body jerked, and Suna let out a deep, triumphant laugh.

  Suna drew one last time for the Drow Ranger, but, in a display of sudden power, the Drow's ashen skin was suddenly marred with black dots across her body.

  She screamed, and Suna released his arrow.

  In the last second, however, she stood with bleeding legs. The Drow Ranger turned and caught his arrow from mid-air.

  In her hand, his arrow snapped into two. She let out a cry and drew her bow. Before she could even release, Suna hid away from the window. Beside his head, however, a stone crashed, and the arrow jutted through the stone wall.

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  Pebbles crashed against Suna's cheek. His body slinked down, and he let out a lungful of chilled breath.

  What the hell was that?

  Another arrow burst where his head had been. Suna dove aside, barely dodging a large piece of rock that almost crushed him on his head. He peeked from the newly created hole, the Drow running toward the main door now.

  Suna lurched and opened the door. He moved to the second-floor gallery and drew his bow. His upper body complained, but Suna forced it through.

  It was just a mere second ago that he still remembered where the Drow should’ve been. Suna drew an arrow and unleashed it; the arrow tore through the wooden door. And a wail of scream rose up.

  He followed through, discharging another arrow after another. His hand moved in precise and deadly speed. Every arrow he unleased, he would be welcomed with a cry, by the to a short, gaped gasp.

  Suna did not stop; he fired again. And his arrow cut through the air, into a silent reception.

  [You have slain Drow ranger Lvl 7]

  [Level Up]

  [Feat Gained] [Slayer of the Surperior (1)] – You have slain a superior archer in every way compared to you. Such a feat would require you to overcome tough odds. Dexterity +50

  His body erupted in a short, ragged breath, and pain slithered to his neck and ultimately ended up in his brain. His vision was fogged by pain; he couldn’t even focus on the notification. Suna climbed down, slipped on the last two steps, and went sprawling.

  He groaned, and blood slithered out of his shoulder blade. He rose up, leaning against the wall, marking them with his blood.

  As he was about to turn a knob, he thought about a funny situation.

  If another Drow is outside… I'm so dead.

  Suna opened the door, and he was greeted by white blizzard and the body of the Drow Ranger. Ashes slap him coldly. He stumbled to the Drow Ranger's body. He picked up an arrow and jabbed it into her left chest, where his arrow was already embedded.

  Suna drank the potion the Drow had been reaching for, and her body drew his attention. She was marred with black dots, and her pupils were yellow; her eyes were completely yellow. What was that transformation? It gave her one last rite of life to kill him.

  He jabbed the arrow down again, and this time it landed true.

  [Rune Of Bow]

  [Obsidian bow] [Rare] – With sleek black obsidian as its base, with a sharp lanced end on each side, this bow shall offer both short and long-range capability. Obsidian Bow is suitable for harder draws than most, as its resilience shall outlast many in time.

  A bow of blackness appeared in Suna’s hand. a cold and hard body with a stout string. This bow spoke of ancient strength. Suna slung his old one across his shoulder and ran his hand through the obsidian bow.

  He looked down on the Drow Ranger. Taking her equipment would come later; for now, he needed to make sure the man was all right.

  He had noticed the screaming had stopped, and hopefully that was a good sign.

  Suna stood, and he strode forward. His body was tired, and for the first time, he was thirsty. So he stopped and took a quick drink. Suna grunted as he drank more than he intended to. But, it didn’t matter; the Drow had water skins each; he could just take them later.

  His mind was still spinning; maybe he should drink another potion later. But the [Cleric] would probably need it more than him.

  Suna stumbled onto the tower wall, leaned, and kept walking. When he entered, he cursed immediately. There was a spiraling staircase that led all the way to the very top.

  In a way, this was actually quite nice, as it would make the tower easier to navigate. But not to his current condition.

  So with a grunt in every two steps, Suna ascended the stairs. He leaned against the wall until he didn’t need to anymore. With time, his mind became clearer and clearer. He didn't stumble anymore as he was ten steps deep. Suna now jogged up, with Obsidian bow ready and arrow nocked. He made it to the second floor, which is just a lounging area with a big window. Two chairs and a table were on it. The same for the third and fourth floors, and they were small enough. Suna climbed the fifth floor, which was actually an actual floor compared to the other two.

  This one occupied the entire tower length.

  Suna entered the fifth floor, and the first thing he greeted was a chained Drow. His eye was bloodshot, and his mouth gaped open with a drawl extended to his pure white cloak. Both chains held his hands and forced him to hang in the air with toes barely scraping the floor.

  Suna approached with a bow drawn on the Drow. His eyes watered, and Suna clenched his eye shut before recognizing him. This was a human. The [Cleric].

  The Drow now snapped his head at Suna, and with teary eyes, he spoke.

  “K—Kill… please”

  His body was a husk, skin clinging to his skeleton. A torture device was arranged on a metal table near him. His Cleric Staff was there too. Suna knelt, dropping down his bow with arrow still nocked.

  “Please. I would die anyway, don’t let me become one of them…”

  “You… what did they do to you? Can’t I do anything? Maybe with potion…”

  “No! No, that will make my transformation complete. And I will be a mindless servant to the matriarch.”

  “Matriarch?”

  “She was the one controlling this huge tower; each tower has a matriarch. And all of them against one another, they used this… this transformation ritual creates a Drow and has them become their soldier and slaves. You need to go up and kill the Matriarch; now she cannot move…”

  Suna took in all of the information, just how much he had to endure to get all of this?

  He stepped back, and a slight curve of lips went up on the man's face. “Thank you,” He muttered.

  Suna drew and aimed at his heart. He let it loose.

  [You have Slain Half Drow. Lvl 3]

  [Rune of Dexterity]

  He left the corpse wordlessly. Anger drove him forward; he climbed the stairs two more floors, and he arrived in a luxurious bedroom with an ornate red wall etched with golden corners. The red carpet spreads out, and its softness embraces Suna’s feet.

  On the huge double bed is a female Drow; she was naked and beautiful.

  [Drow Matriach. Lvl 15]

  Her eyes widened, and she tried to smile. A bandage wrapped around her legs, and she was missing one hand. “Human…” She slurred, running a hand through her body.

  But now Suna could only see a monster.

  He drew an arrow and launched it straight at the Drow Matriarch's heart.