The string itself was made from strands of molten lava, each thread pulsing with an inner fire that lent the bow its deadly accuracy and devastating power. When drawn, it thrummed with tension, vibrating with the anticipation of the onslaught it was about to unleash.
But the most striking feature of the bow was the aura of flames that enveloped it, a moving maelstrom of heat and light that danced along its surface like a living thing. This fiery aura cast an eerie glow upon the surrounding area, illuminating the darkness with its flickering radiance and striking fear into the hearts of those who beheld it.
"Very good," Aaron thought. "I need to study this skill as well."
Aaron checked the arrows and confirmed that they were hot… in the sense that his hands began to burn thanks to the temperature after a while. He put them away to use in the future and then kept going… However, Aaron soon stopped when he heard a weird noise.
