The banshee releases a mournful wail, provided that she isn't in sunlight.
The air shudders as a piercing cry erupts, stretching into a hollow, endless shriek. The ground trembles, unseen force pressing against your chest. Shadows pulse around the wailing form, its mouth stretched impossibly wide, sound distorting reality itself.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).