A dense, pale mist unfurls, coiling around surfaces and seeping into every gap. Ice crystals form where it clings, frost creeping over skin and steel. The air bites deep, each breath raw with frozen sharpness.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Lair | White Dragon Lair |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).