A glistening vial of verdant liquid, no thicker than a finger, swirls with faint iridescent bubbles. Its acrid scent bites the air, promising a swift sting in the veins—numbness creeping from the prick of a needle or the edge of a blade. Barely enough to fell a sparrow, yet deadly in the right cut.
| # | Name | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Concoct Poison, Minor |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).