The bolt's shaft gleams with veins of iridescent steel, etched in runes that pulse like exposed tendons. Feathers from a slain wyrm tip its fletching, oily and shimmering with residual venom. As it launches, barbs unfurl like ripping claws, trailing a wake of acrid smoke that reeks of charred hide and spilled ichor.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).