You pause, controlling your heartbeat, tapping into your supernatural senses that a dragon would possess.
You still yourself, slowing your breath. The world sharpens—faint whispers, distant footfalls, the scent of earth and metal. In the shadows, shapes emerge, clearer than before, as if your eyes pierce the very air itself.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Subclass | Blood Of The Dragon |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).