The bullet gleams with iron veins etched in cruel runes, its leaden tip humming against fey flesh. It spins from the barrel, trailing acrid smoke that blisters ethereal wings. Impact shatters illusions, spilling verdant ichor in sizzling arcs, the target's form crumpling like frost-kissed leaves.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Bullet of Fey Slaying |