A black rift tears open, spilling forth shrieking crows wreathed in green flame. Their wings shed ash as they dive, pecking and clawing at the living, tearing away fragments of soullight with every strike.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Passive Ability | Harvestfolk Provenance |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).