The vial's crimson liquid swirls thickly, effervescing with tiny bubbles that cling to the glass like dew on a thorn. It tastes of iron-tanged berries and heated earth, flooding your veins with a warm, pulsing rush. Flesh knits seamlessly where wounds gape, mending in rhythmic throbs that echo your steadying breath.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Regeneration Potion (+2) |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).