Chapter 7: Medicine should not taste good
When Demon Lord Natha said he'd only given me a taste, he meant it. I looked at the single drip of that golden liquid in dismay, and thought that the Demon Lord of Greed was stingy.
But the moment that single drop entered my system, I regretted that thought.
It tasted sweet, at first; the first sweet-tasting medicine I had since my childhood's orange flavor cough syrup. And then it came, without warning. A jolt.
A jolt from inside, from my mana core, and everything was stopped.
How do I describe it?
I was gone. I wasn't there, or at least my consciousness. It was retreating somewhere, inside, into a particle, the glowing powder of the astral universe. I was curling inside an orb, a cocoon of abstract light, as a golden drop showered me with warmth.
And then it hit, the jolt. I was yanked back into my physical body, and gasped.
There was nothing subtle about it, about the electricity that coursed through every fiber of my being. Lights, like bullets, ran through the mana veins, and bumped into obstruction of mana blockage. They knocked, and my whole body was electrocuted.
Or at least that was what it felt like.
The bullet-like lights bumped into the circuit blockage, and every knocking, every pounding they did to the countless blockage inside my circuit sent harsh tingling into my body.
"Ah!" I swayed, my eyes flickered, my mind blurry. I grabbed the only thing I could grab to steady myself, and when another jolt pounded inside, my head leaned forward, pressing into the thing I'd been clinging to, looking for purchase, for comfort.