The bolt hums with ethereal light, its shaft a slender rod of polished silver etched in glowing runes that pulse like veins. Feathers of iridescent shadow sprout from the fletching, quivering as if alive, while the barbed iron tip gleams with an unnatural hunger, drawing inexorably toward hidden flesh. It slices the air without sound, leaving a trail of frost-kissed vapor that clings to the wind.