Chapter 5: Sacrifice
Some boys dreamt of fame. Elian dreamt of waking up with a Talent.
Any Talent.
Oftentimes he wished that world would revert to the time before dungeons. That wat he might have had a fairer chance at life.
As the black fluid entered Elian's mouth, a foul taste and disgusting semi-solid texture caused him to retch.
"Endure it! You wanted a talent did you not? Do not waste a single drop!"
Ugh, this crap smells like garbage and feels like I am eating compost.
Yet ignoring his own body's desire, Elian raised his head to allow the concoction to flow smoother. Every millimeter that it passed burned. As if he ingested fire, slowly the boy's body began to heat up.
"Cough, I finished it, mas..."
As he wiped his mouth, Elian suddenly felt his legs give out. Without warning his field of vision began to fall.
Eh? What is going on?
His eyes immediately darted to the one who saved him. Bianca's divine face had a complex expression. She bit her lower lip and tightened her jaw. Yet her eyes showed a sadness Elian could not understand.