The arrow's fletching hums with ethereal light as it slices the air, trailing wisps of silver smoke that twist like unraveling threads. It strikes true, embedding in the target's chest with a crackle of void-energy, their form dissolving into shimmering motes that scatter like frost on wind. The bowstring twangs empty, leaving only the faint echo of a distant, fading scream.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Banishment |