The vial's cool glass presses against your palm, its murky emerald liquid swirling with faint, iridescent bubbles that pop silently. As it slides down your throat, a bitter tang blooms, sharp like crushed nettle, chasing away the venom's icy burn with a rush of heated clarity. Your veins throb once, then steady, the poison's grip dissolving into nothingness.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Antidote |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).