Tiny shards of mithral glint amid the fractured stone rubble, their silvery edges razor-sharp against dull gray grit. Each fragment, no larger than a thumbnail, bears faint etchings of ancient runes, cool and unyielding to the touch. The pile shifts with a metallic whisper, as if the metal dreams of reforming into something sharper.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).