Your fingers dip into the viscous emerald toxin, its oily sheen clinging to the dagger's edge like dew on a spider's web. A faint, acrid tang rises, stinging your nostrils as the liquid beads and drips in slow, deliberate trails. The blade gleams sharper now, humming with subtle menace, ready to whisper death into a shallow cut.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Coating | Poison, Minor |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).