The three sips of vine slid down my throat, and when they reached my stomach, they transformed into a mountainous amount of energy.
The energy was so much that it had spread around my body and started to burn it, my skin turned bright red like burning coal, and pus begins to boil up before drying up within seconds.
It is a good thing honeycomb had quickly controlled the energy a few seconds more, and I would have been incinerated by it, and that would have been the end of me, the end of my dreams and aspiration.
As this wonderful wine turned into energy, it brought intoxication, and this intoxication was so heavy that I lost sense of reality.
Strange patterns begin to float in front of me, holding the key to the principles of the world. I felt like I just need to decipher them, and I would become invincible; no one in the world will able to beat me.
