A warm flask uncorks with a sweet, earthy scent. Milky liquid glows faintly, sliding down the throat as cuts knit, bruises fade, and weary limbs steady beneath the rice-born magic’s gentle pulse.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Passive Ability | Tanukifolk Provenance |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).