The arrow's obsidian shaft gleams with etched runes that pulse crimson, its barbed head forged from infernal bone, dripping acrid ichor that sizzles on contact. As you loose it from the bowstring, it streaks like a comet's tail, trailing wisps of sulfurous smoke that choke the air. It punches through fiendish hide with a wet crack, erupting in holy flames that char flesh to ash from within.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Fiend Slaying |
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