The arrow's fletching gleams with iridescent barbs, its shaft etched in silver runes that pulse like captured starlight. Nocked and drawn, it hums with a cold, piercing keen, trailing ethereal frost that bites the air. Released, it streaks unerringly toward fey flesh, splintering glamour into shrieking wisps of shadow and dew.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Fey Slaying |