The crossbow's oaken stock gleams with etched silver runes, its limbs carved from star-fallen ebony that hums with inner light. A quarrel nocked in the grove slot shimmers like molten platinum, trailing ethereal vapor that chills the air. When released, the bolt streaks forth in a blaze of divine fury, piercing celestial hides with unerring precision, leaving trails of fading starfire in its wake.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).