You instantly light or snuff out a candle, a torch, or a small campfire.
A tiny flame bursts forth from the wick, its golden tongue flickering hungrily as it devours the air, casting jittering shadows across the damp bark and twisted roots. Heat blooms in a tight sphere, sharp and insistent, warming the surrounding chill without spreading. With a whisper of will, the fire collapses inward, leaving only a curl of acrid smoke twisting skyward like a dying serpent.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).