Bonded To The Alpha God of War
The strings shimmered faintly, spun from threads so fine they could slice through skin.
The arrows, laid out beside them, were even more sinister. Each shaft gleamed with a dark metallic sheen, the fletching dyed the color of raven feathers. Their tips were dipped in a deep, glistening violet… a poison so potent it seemed to pulse beneath the light, as if alive.
Even from a distance, the air around the case felt heavy… tainted. One look at them, and death no longer seemed like an abstraction, it was there, watching.