[Decisive and ruthless, apocalypse, archery, cool-headed, no System, no mindless power fantasy]
The Blood Cross descends. The Grim Reaper's countdown begins.
Lin Sa, a former national-team archer: calm, restrained, precise.
Nock the arrow. Draw the bow. Take aim.
The arrow tears through the air, piercing the barriers between dimensions.
Here, there's no time for talk, only bargains between life and death.
The apocalypse has arrived, and I never miss.
The arrow tears through the air, piercing the barriers between dimensions.
