The bullet's silver tip gleams with etched runes that pulse faintly blue, humming against your palm like a caged hornet. As it leaves the barrel, it streaks through the air in a trail of crackling frost, slamming into undead flesh with a sizzle of purifying vapor and splintering bone. Rotting limbs char and crumble, the air thick with acrid smoke from unholy essence burned away.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Bullet of Undead Slaying |