The arrow's shaft twists like writhing tentacles, fletched with iridescent scales that shimmer in unnatural hues, its barbed tip etched with glowing runes that pulse like aberrant veins. Nocked and drawn, it hums with a low, dissonant vibration, eager to pierce the flesh of twisted horrors. Upon release, it streaks through the air, trailing wisps of void-black smoke that devours light.