The arrow's shaft gleams with etched runes of silver and obsidian, fletched in feathers from abyssal birds that shimmer like oil on water. Its broad head, forged from star-fallen iron, pulses with a cold, violet glow, humming faintly as if eager to pierce veils between worlds. Nocked to the string, it warps the air around its tip, drawing faint whispers of distant realms into the present.