Apollo slowly placed the black arrow on his soul-shattering bow. Taking a deep breath, he gazed at the distant sky, where the strongest and most dangerous power could be felt. His eyes seemed to pierce through vast distances and space, locking onto Zombie Dale as clearly as if he were standing before him.
"Here you go," he murmured.
He pulled the bowstring, and the black arrow, like a miniature black hole, began to devour his life force and mana at an alarming rate, draining more than two-thirds of his reserves.
BOOOOM!
With a deafening sonic boom, Apollo released the arrow.
The black arrow, splitting through space with unimaginable speed, shot toward the eastern side, cutting through the air like a harbinger of doom.
