The vial pulses with crimson heat, scales etched in gold along its glass surface like a dragon's hide. Thick, molten liquid swirls inside, bubbling with fiery sparks that illuminate veins of obsidian. Inhaling its scent scorches your nostrils with sulfur and ancient rage, promising scales and claws upon your flesh.
| # | Name | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Concoct Potion of Draconic Might |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).