The world around me felt like it was spinning, a dull throb pounding behind my eyes. My stomach churned violently, and I stumbled forward, clutching my abdomen. For the first time in my life, I was drunk, and it felt terrible. Was it because the alcohol had mixed with the exhaustion from my intense training? Or perhaps because I'd been coerced into drinking far more than I could handle?
The murmurs of the crowd blurred together as my vision swam. I barely registered the looks of concern—or was it judgment?—from the people of Decresh gathered around me. My body betrayed me as a sudden, uncontrollable sensation overtook me, and I began to stool uncontrollably. The humiliation hit me like a tidal wave as the crowd shifted uncomfortably, their gazes turning to looks of pity or disgust.
