Arrow Zhou.
The right-hand of the Guild Master had slayed dragons with the help of his comrades. He trained and became a martial artist whose experience had trumped the darkest of monsters and the deadliest of players. He was once an Inner Disciple, a student of an Orthodox Sect Elder. That was years ago and he had come into his own as a Monster Hunter.
But experience could be trumped by the most fabled of all; the talented and the ambitious. Smoke rose from his scorched face.
"The heart of an Inner Disciple. I will take it."
Quelch!
Dasha stripped the standing corpse of its heart with a single Black Card.
After placing the weak heart inside his inventory, Dasha took a moment to catch his breath, adrenaline and a slithery burn pumping through his veins. His muscles and bones ached, and the poison coursing through his system. Victory had come at a small price. Dasha knew he had one final task ahead of him. He turned his gaze towards the door of the Guild Master.
