The vial's cork pops free with a sharp, acrid hiss, unleashing a cloud of crystalline powder that stings your nostrils like frostbitten nettles. It swirls upward in jagged wisps, biting into your sinuses with ammonia fire, forcing every nerve to jolt awake. Your head snaps back as the raw, chemical burn clears the fog, leaving eyes watering and lungs heaving in crisp revival.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Smelling Salt |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).