Your fingers slick with viscous oil, you trace it along the bowstring and arrow fletchings, the amber liquid seeping into wood and sinew like molten amber. Feathers stiffen under the sheen, glinting with unnatural precision, while the shaft warms faintly, humming with taut readiness. The air sharpens around the weapon, every notch and groove aligning as if the world narrows to a single, inevitable point.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Coating | Oil of Accuracy |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).