The arrow whistles from your bowstring, splitting mid-flight into a trio of razor-sharp duplicates, each feathered shaft slicing the air with unerring precision. They converge on the target like vengeful hornets, embedding deep into flesh and bone with splintering impacts. Shards of wood and fletching scatter in the wake, leaving a haze of splintered echoes.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Multi-Strike |