The Queen Below manipulates the shadow of a creature she can see within 30 feet.
Your shadow stirs, thickening into inky tendrils that coil upward from the ground, wrapping your limbs in cold, clinging darkness. It seeps into your skin, a suffocating veil that bends your will to distant commands, urging your body to obey. Each heartbeat strains against the pull, shadows pulsing like veins beneath your flesh, until resolve or release breaks the grip.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).