shadowArrow

shadowArrow is not an arrow of wood and feather, but a manifestation of absence—pure darkness pulled taut into a razor-fine point. It leaves no wake in the air, makes no whisper in flight, and casts no shadow of its own, for it is the shadow. Loosed from an unseen bow, it travels not through space but between moments, appearing at its target as if it had always been there. Upon impact, it does not pierce flesh so much as unmake it—cold spreads from the wound, light dims in a small radius, and the arrow dissolves into nothing, leaving only a deepening chill and the terrible knowledge that the next shot could come from anywhere. It is the assassin's last resort, the nightmare given trajectory, and the reason even heroes check their own silhouettes