Attempt to force a target within 60ft into an
Unconscious state until the start of your next turn.
The eyes bulge unnaturally, veins threading crimson across yellowed sclera, pupils dilating into abyssal voids that swallow light. A faint, acrid scent of brimstone wafts from the stare, skin around the sockets tightening like weathered leather. Shadows twist involuntarily in their gaze, as if recoiling from an unseen frost.