Sylas's eyes snapped open. Without time to think, he immediately spun to his side just in time for his stomach to turn over.
He heaved, a foul black liquid coming out of his mouth in continuous waves. Even when he thought that it was over, his throat ached and pulsed as his chest continued to heave. It was as though his stomach wouldn't be satisfied until it turned inside out.
His face turned sickly pale. When he thought it was over and had a sip of water, even that came heaving up.
Coughing violently, he pushed himself up. He couldn't drink water despite how parched he was, and he assumed he couldn't have food either. Was this the consequence of having too many Elixirs? But wasn't this too exaggerated? At this rate, he would die of thirst.
Sylas grit his teeth and took another swig of water. He ended up vomiting this as well. However, he continued. It took him three attempts before the water finally stayed down.
