The arrow's shaft gleams like frozen quartz, etched with fractal veins of blue frost that never melt. Its broad head tapers to a razor edge of unyielding ice, trailing wisps of arctic vapor that chill the air to a brittle hush. Nocked and drawn, it hums with cold menace, promising shards that pierce flesh and bone alike.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).