The acrid liquid scorches your throat, bubbling like molten tar as it surges downward. Your veins ignite in fiery pulses, flesh knitting from rot to renewal, bones cracking and realigning with wet snaps. A final gasp erupts, expelling grave-dust from your lungs, leaving you whole amid the echo of death's retreat.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Potion of Resurrection |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).