The acrid elixir scorches your throat like molten brass, bubbling up from your gut in a roiling heat. Flames erupt from your gaping maw in a roaring jet of crimson and gold, singeing the air with sulfurous fumes. Your tongue blisters, breath heavy with the tang of charred scales and distant infernos.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Potion of Dragon's Breath |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).