Head Lab Assistant, Zitra The Cruel
In less than a few breaths, the Whisper Striding Arrow flew deep into the heart of Polkentin's Underwater Secret Base.
Crack..! Boom!
The Whisper Striding Arrow pierced through a thick solid metal door and flew directly toward the room's center.
"Who dares to interrupt- Ahk!" A squeamish voice cried out.
The Whisper Striding Arrow struck the source of the voice and unleashed a large build-up of energy that erupted from its arrowhead.
The one hit by the arrow was a middle-aged man who stood awkwardly hunched over. The man was draped in a tattered coat that seemed to have absorbed a myriad of colors from years of experiments gone awry. He had wild unkempt hair that was frizzled as if it had been struck by lightning around his head with streaks of gray mingling with the remnants of its faded blonde color.