The arrow's shaft gleams with veins of iridescent bone, fletched in scales from a forgotten wyrm, its iron tip barbed like a beast's fang, dripping viscous ichor that sizzles on stone. Nocked and loosed, it whistles through the air, trailing a haze of primal fury. Upon impact, it burrows deep, swelling the wound into writhing tendrils of unnatural growth.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).