The bullet gleams with an iridescent sheen, its lead core etched in twisting vines and thorny runes that pulse with emerald light. Forged from star-fallen iron and feyroot sap, it spirals through the air like a comet's tail, shredding glamour veils and piercing immortal flesh with a sizzle of unraveling magic. On impact, it blooms thorns within the victim's veins, wilting their ethereal grace to dust.