The arrow's shaft gleams with etched runes that pulse like veins of storm clouds, its fletching woven from iridescent feathers that crackle faintly with static. Nocked to the string, it hums with bottled thunder, the razor tip sparking blue arcs that ionize the air, leaving a sharp ozone tang. Released, it streaks as a blinding bolt, trailing ionized vapor that scorches the path behind.