Hunter faced the devil army, but he had set his eyes on another target entirely...
In the depths of his eyes lay a complicated twisting rune that seemed to bounce around within it.
'Devil Eyes: Death Marker.' Hunter chanted the name of his skill. Almost immediately, his vision instantly locked onto the figure of the {Broodmother} seated on the shoulder of the {Flame Devil}, Forza.
Hunter gripped the bow even stronger as he gazed at the devil with hatred, but in the next few moments, he changed the direction of his eyes. He turned to gaze into the devil army...
Because there were so many devils racing at them all at once, it was difficult to aim for a particular one. However, that was never Hunter's intention, to begin with.
"ROAR!" Hunter let out a low roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul as he dragged the string of the bow backward.