The shriek seems too loud, too eerie, to have come from a mortal, but the wailing issues from neither a banshee, nor a demon. It comes from a wraith-like woman, running while whirling bloody axes in each hand. Your breath halts as you stop, mesmerized by this vision of wrath and violence embodied in a muscular form emblazoned with wild tattoos that leap with a life of their own.
Hailing from uncivilized lands, unpredictable berserkers come together in war parties and seek conflict wherever they can find it.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).