Twisted ironwood splinters jut from jagged stone rubble, its bark-veined surface unyielding as forged steel under your grip. Medium-sized chunks, rough and thorn-edged, scatter like shattered bones across the earth, heavy with the scent of crushed resin and mineral dust. They bind into makeshift barriers, defying axe and flame with ancient, petrified resilience.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).