Slice across a line of time. Creatures in a 30-ft line take force damage and lose 2 AP on their next turn.
The edge glints—not of steel, but of unraveling chronology. As you sweep your hand forward, a pale seam tears across the space ahead, dragging past and future through flesh. Footing stumbles. Time bleeds.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).