The bullet gleams with a feral sheen, its lead casing etched in jagged runes that pulse like veins of molten iron. Barbed spines protrude from its tip, dripping viscous ichor that sizzles on contact. Forged from the heart of a slain behemoth, it hums with primal hunger, eager to burrow into monstrous flesh and erupt in a storm of unraveling sinew.