Your arrow whistles through the air, trailing a shimmering haze that blooms into a wide, sluggish veil upon impact. Tendrils of viscous ether coil outward, dragging at limbs and weapons, forcing every motion to stretch like taffy in the thickening fog. The field pulses faintly, its boundaries rippling with captured momentum, ensnaring all within its languid grasp.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Slowing Field |