"What the... Fuck?"
Berkah's arms trembled, rivaling his lips that were quivering as if he was under frost's chilling embrace.
His eyes widened to the limit as they reflected the liquid substance that he was all too familiar with, the foul stench it carried inviting flies to buzz around Berkah's curly scalp.
It was so viscous that it slipped from his hand and drooled in shimmering strands like slime.
[How is this possible...]
[Why am I suddenly having symptoms of this shit again?!]
Berkah clenched his jaw and grappled with the urge to scream in a fit of rage to quell his churning blood.
[That pretty boy, does he also have powers similar to that four-eyes bastard?]
[No... The symptoms would have been instant... So then why?]
[Why is it resurfacing again? Had I not fully healed this entire time?!]
[... I took a fucking elixir didn't I?!]
