Strike leaves behind tiny barbs that continue to irritate.
You slam your elbow into flesh, and minute thorns embedded along your skin snap free. They lodge under the surface—red, twitching. Each breath shifts them deeper, tearing tiny paths with every motion.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Subclass | Tao of the Blooming Fang |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).