Haunted Whip Hilt

To indulge your twisted summoner fantasies, you've devised an unholy weapon—though its corruption remains incomplete.

For a warlock steeped in black magic like yourself, weaving a bone-whip is but a flick of the wrist; only its components demand abyssal deliberation.After brooding amidst necrotic whispers, two materials crystallize in your mind:

First, the fangs of a Deepnest Broodmother—a lash that pumps necrotic venom through creatures' veins with each searing strike.Second, ghostly ectoplasm—forged into a whip that hungers for mages' souls, its touch unleashing screech-force damage that siphons torment back to its wielder.