[Cards] Bow of the Spelldrinker (Patreon)

As the murderous mage held out his hand, Kelrin felt the air around her growing hot. As if in slow motion, she could see the tongues of flame begin to form and curl around her. Despite the inferno, she knew she'd been in worse situations than this.

Kelrin's hands danced along the bow she held before her and felt her blood and body turn cold. From the bow's string a single missile took shape: dark, twilit, and mysterious. She could feel its cold vacuum begging for release, eager to find magic worth consuming.

She released the string and watched as the arrow devoured the impending fireball, sinking deep into the mage's chest and tearing through the hateful magic that he wove.