**** North's PoV:
My ears rang with a chorus of screeches: sharp, ugly sounds that crawled under my skin. The Nocturne Crawlers never stopped moving, never stopped making noise.
I took a breath, aimed, and let loose another arrow.
Whoosh.
It flew straight and fast, embedding itself deep into the crawler's eye. It was a Level 24, fast but not smart. The arrow punched clean through its head and out the other side. It twitched, staggered, then collapsed in the dirt.
I moved to a new position, my boots crunching softly over cracked stone.
Another crawler caught my eye, this one a Level 26, thicker armor, quicker legs.
I narrowed my eyes and activated my skill.
[Explosive Shot]
I pulled the string back harder than usual, feeling the build-up of force. Then I released.
The arrow surged forward, packed with energy, and slammed into the crawler's chest. The impact blew a chunk of its body apart, and it dropped, twitching once before going still.
