Name: Suna Amor

  Level: 31.

  Class: [Archer]

  Rune: 121

  Feat: 16

  Mana: 7002/7250.

  Class Skill (13/15)

  - Archer Sense [Common]

  - Archer Backstep [Common]

  - Mana Arrow [Uncommon]

  - Moving Shot [Uncommon]

  - Flint Draw [Uncommon]

  - Arcane String [Uncommon]

  - Bow of Wind [Uncommon]

  - Spell String Mastery [Rare]

  - Hissing Volley [Rare]

  - Drill Arrow [Uncommon]

  - Still Form [Uncommon]

  - Flame Arrow [Uncommon]

  - Saproot Arrow [Rare]

  General Skill (10/15)

  - Quick Draw [Common]

  - Drowfication [Rare]

  - Rune Seeker [Uncommon]

  - Gale Step [Uncommon]

  - Air pocket [Common]

  - Heat Sense [Common]

  - Enchanced Sense [Uncommon]

  - Enduring Body [Uncommon]

  - Battle Focus [Common]

  - Eagle Eyes {Uncommon}

  Strength: 535 → 925

  Dexterity: 555 → 812

  Vitality: 285 → 655

  Arcanery: 315 → 725

  Sense: 325 → 615

  [Saproot Arrow] [Rare]—With a mix between desire for life and hatred for it, the saproot's obvious conclusion is to take it all. Summon a Saproot arrow—Saproot arrows do not have piercing capability any more than a normal arrow does, but what makes it special is its desire to reap life and pass it into its bearers to recover any wound received.

  A rare one? Suna got a mystic item when he slew the lush gargoyle, didn’t he? Why did this only give him a rare? Was it because of how easy it was for him to take it down? So it killed the mysticism. Or maybe it was because he had encountered it before and no longer felt the same air of mystery toward it.

  He shook his head; just blindly thinking about it would do no good.

  Suna summoned the arrow, and he was not sure what to make of it.

  It was very… decorated? With veins tangling around it in a messy pattern, it made its way toward the arrowhead, which was made of some kind of bronze. The arrow shaft was a dark oaken wood with veins of green bulging through it in an unruly twist.

  Suna would much prefer if this arrow were an enchantment, so he could use it along with his Mana Arrow and Flame Arrow. But then a thought crossed his mind.

  This arrow was more physical than the others. He knelt and let the arrow drop to the ground. Suna watched it, and it did not move. It did not disappear. He grinned; excitement swelled in him like a sudden storm.

  Suna picked it up again; it had cost him about a hundred mana to make one, which was no longer a huge problem due to his mana pool.

  He tried to place it into his Grave Vine Quiver. The moment the Saproot Arrow was tucked in, it suddenly received a deep jade-like glow. The light itself was not too strong, but what drew Suna's attention the most was that a vine grew and flailed like a feather. Then the vine wrapped around the end of the arrow shaft and tied itself like a fletching.

  The pulse of green was still going; he knew this meant the enhancement was still underway. He removed a normal enchanted arrow from the quiver and compared it. They certainly did not have vines replacing their fletching, but Suna could see a faint pulse of shaded green, almost impossible to look at up close.

  Maybe he should change these normal arrows for more Sapwood Arrows? If they still had the same piercing capability, then there was no reason to keep the normal ones anymore. Suna calculated the amount needed to fill the Grave Vine Quiver. It would be twenty-five hundred.

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  Not bad, but there was something else he had noticed. The arrow he currently held was slowly losing its green pulse. It wouldn’t survive long if he removed it. So Suna would be wasting the enhancement he already did. But then again, all he had done was store it in the quiver.

  Suna tapped his hand on the arrow shaft, on its rapidly blinking green light. In this kind of scenario, the faster he acted, the better. Suna removed twenty-four arrows from the Grave Vine Quiver. He then proceeded to summon the necessary amount to fill the mystical quiver.

  A gleam of green shone at his hip, and they looked beautiful, almost like a green meadow receiving a beam of sunlight.

  Using his cloak to cover it, Suna began to jog ahead with a Flaming Arrow nocked on the Bow of Wind. His eyes streaked across left and right, and he finally met the splayed body of the Undead Lush Gargoyle. Green blood meandered far away, and its body only had parts of its legs and its head remaining. Suna left it, with his eyes still looking up.

  More and more gargoyles flew toward where he had created his flame.

  His eye focused ahead; if there was any land unit close, they wouldn’t be able to avoid each other.

  Considering James' intention to dive deeper until he rescued the prisoner, it was probably safe to think most Tieflings were still deep in the depths, and undead would follow them. In other words, right now, Suna was perhaps on the edge of the battlefield. But he shouldn’t let his guard down, because still, the gargoyle and Pyrebone Archer were a great threat to him.

  And who knows what kind of creature awaited him.

  His steps grew slower and more hesitant. Suna tracked carefully. The mist… It had lessened.

  What is this?

  The now comfortable cover around him slowly faded away; right as he passed the last bundle of thick mist, he was still in. It was hard to see, but to his Eagle Eyes, he could tell something had pushed this mist, disturbing it.

  A wind power?

  His step quickened. It might be James or the third Rune bearer.

  Suna stepped forward, only to find it neither.

  Instead, what he found was an undead woman, with a face of putrid white, broken like a fracture, revealing two bright blue eyes and a nose so large it almost touched her fanged teeth.

  She wore a prim dress that hugged her proportions well, and that dress looked like it had just been washed without any speck of dust on it. But above the dress was ragged cloth with a blue jewel embroidered to connect above her chest.

  [Undead Banshee. Lvl 35]

  One after another…

  Suna's mouth went into a wry smile.

  Without wasting any time, he aimed and released a flaming arrow--wind pushed back behind him, blowing the mist away further. The flame streaked true; however, the banshee in turn opened her mouth and screamed.

  A shrill voice grated through, and a wave of force pushed Suna back. His flaming arrow flitted into a normal one. The banshee caught it and cracked the arrow in two.

  Suna had been pushed back; the effect of Hissing Arrow and Still Form would be annoyingly gone thanks to that. But if the Banshee could shrill like that and pushed him, then it would be better for him to keep moving.

  Suna ran, circling the Banshee. He manifested a Mana Arrow and aimed it as he was still running around her. The banshee was not strong enough to negate his arrow force, so he would use an overwhelming one to blitz through her defense.

  Suna Flint Drew his Mana Arrow.

  The bluish arrow blazed, its tail of fire dancing like unruly fletching beyond Suna’s shoulder. He focused on the flame, commanding it to morph with his arrow. It responded and obeyed. Suna discharged it, striking forth like a force of death itself; his arrow burst forward, sending a whirlwind of flame back in recoil.

  The banshee shrieked loudly, far louder than earlier. It pushed back the mist and somehow stilled Suna’s arrow. But ultimately, his arrow still lurched forward and connected to the banshee's shoulder with a snap. But its flame was gone, and the usual effect of the Mana Arrow was nowhere to be seen.

  She shrieked again, and Suna shielded himself as the force of wind overwhelmed him, almost toppling him into the water. The undead lifted its cloak, and as if an unseen string held her, she floated up with her dress swirling around her.

  Great, it can fly.

  The force of wind still held Suna, forcing him on defense. It was as if his body were tied up by a thousand invisible strings that tried to push him off. In the banshee's skeletal hand were two greenish flames. His eyes widened, and the memory of the Pyrebone Archer hitting him with a blue flaming arrow replayed. He was certainly not going to let that hit him.

  Suna gritted his teeth. He pushed his hand forward, letting go of his Bow of Wind.

  The Banshee's hand moved, and she launched two blobs of greenish flame straight at him.

  On Suna’s palm, an Air Pocket built up, offering him a brief window of movement as his hand held back the wind current.

  Heat Sense warned him of the incoming fire, but he decided to risk it. Suna tapped his foot with Gale Step and launched himself up with his palm still casting Air Pocket. However, the force of the Banshee’s wave overpowered him, and it blasted him straight into the water.

  Water consumed him, and his vision blacked out. However, his Heat Sense was still screaming at him. Suna's eyes opened to see two approaching green flames, blazing even through the lake’s dark water he was in. They were coming in the absolute darkness, but their speed slowed considerably.

  He manifested the Bow of Wind and drew a Mana Arrow with a struggle as water rushed into his head; his concentration faltered, and so did the Mana Arrow. But Suna focused on the encroaching flames; his mind zeroed in on it. He discharged his Mana Arrow, and the water bursted apart, rupturing the two approaching flames like a star strike. His arrow flew through the water and up toward the cave sky.

  Suna noticed motes of green around him; those were his enchanted Sootroot Arrows. Anger filled him; he had wasted so much mana on those. Reaching out to his brimhat, which thankfully did not get too far, he pushed his legs down, and Gale Step propelled him.

  Suna reached for one of the green shining arrows, and he launched himself upward. Water parted, and Suna was in the air. He saw the Banshee widen her eyes; she probably did not expect him to take the air too.

  She was about to scream again, but before her mouth opened, Suna fired off his Sootwood Arrow, and it struck straight at the Banshee’s gut.

  Vines bloomed, and it was much, much larger than the earlier one. It rushed around and tied the Banshee’s stomach, enclosing and tightening around it. The black spot across Suna's eyes was gone; he felt life siphoning into him from that shot.

  The Banshee growled, facing down at the vines around her, and she began to open her mouth toward them. But Suna saw that coming, that must be some kind of magic-canceling Sonic Wave.

  He had already rushed toward her with Gale Step, stepping through the air toward her. The Banshee abandoned her attempt to free herself and splayed her hand down on Suna, with her cloak fluttering–Blade of Wind rushed forward. But Suna smiled; this was perhaps the one spell he could dodge the best.

  Suna saw the form coming miles away, especially with his Eagle Eye. He whirled his legs aside and powered his body sideways. Suna then, with the Bow of Wind held like a sword, smashed it toward the Banshee. The Undead went crashing down to the island in a spiraling heap. She pierced through thick mist and rose, desperately trying to find where Suna was.

  Suna had landed and immediately manifested a flaming arrow. He let it out quickly, not planning to let the Banshee free itself. Mist parted, and the Banshee barely turned in time before the arrow struck her straight in her head. The creature's body jerked back, and flames engulfed its head.

  It staggered around with a flaming head. It screamed out and was somehow able to dispel his flame. But by then, Suna was already swinging Umbralline. The Banshee once again registered this far too late. Umbralline flashed, and he lopped the Banshee’s head.

  The creature's head spun upward without her body.

  The Banshee’s dressed body fell to Suna, and he caught it, gently laying it on the ground to avoid making any more noise. Her head was about to fall, but Suna twisted his legs and kicked it straight toward the lake. It made a soft gurgling sound before it sank there forever.

  [You Have Slain Undead Banshee. Lvl 35]

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