The bullet's lead casing gleams with a sickly pallor, etched in veins of crumbling bone-dust that flake away at the touch. Its tip, sharp as a grave-digger's spade, pulses with an inner rot, exuding a faint, acrid mist that wilts nearby leaves to brittle husks. When fired, it burrows deep, unraveling flesh into desiccated ruin, leaving only dust-choked craters behind.