Frost erupts from the dragon’s presence, ice threading through the air in jagged veins. Limbs stiffen mid-motion, encased in crystalline rime. Breath fogs, freezing on lips—cold seeping deep, locking flesh in an unyielding vice.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Lair | Silver Dragon Lair |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).