The arrow's shaft gleams with iridescent scales, fletched in charred wyrm-hide that whispers of ancient fires. Its broad head, forged from dragonbone, pulses with veins of molten gold, razor edges etched in runes that hum against your fingertips. Nocked to the string, it hungers, promising to pierce armored hide and unravel draconic fury in a spray of ichor.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).