The arrow's shaft gleams with a cold, silvery sheen, etched in runes that pulse faintly like veins of moonlight. Its broad head, forged from enchanted bone, drips an acrid ichor that sizzles on contact with air. Nocked to the string, it hums with restrained hunger, eager to pierce the undead's rotten flesh and unravel their necrotic bonds in a burst of purifying flame.