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When Luka finally gulped down every portion inside of the wooden cup, he was filled with agony and endurance. His eyes' colour changed and his blood boiled within him.
He struggled with himself, but the blood rushing through his veins were those that stung him from within.
He fell on both of his knees and all over his face, there were black veins which were crafted into a map.
Yet, it was not only on his face, there were black veins. It was also there throughout his entire body and immediately he expressed his agony in a scream.
If his nails were not also filled with black veins and it did not feel like it was going to peel off, it was another lie.
"This is a tough one," said the witch of the hut and quickly, she cupped another of the portion and with her own hands, she poured it into his mouth.
