[i]"Allow me to show you what I felt, Zane. The greatest love turned into the deepest hatred."[/i] As Zane rushed Phoenix, the old peacekeeper sheathed his sword and grenade launcher and held a hand out. A shadowy bow took form in its hand, draining even the flames around it of light. It was like an inverse torch, sucking illumination within instead of giving it. He nocked an arrow made of darkness within his bow and shot it at Zane. [i]"Do you remember this, Zane? The bow's name is Likritus O'Nirim. This was the bow of the Shadow Archer, Jams. Or have you forgotten an old ally such as him already?"[/i]