"Is he really going to drink that?"
"No one's ever survived more than two glasses!"
"Does he have a death wish?"
The whispers grew louder, but Riley paid them no mind.
He raised his glass, locking eyes with Veronica as if to say, Watch this, and then downed the wine in one swift motion.
The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation.
It was a fiery warmth that spread through his body, igniting every nerve and vein with raw energy.
For a brief moment, he felt as though he were standing at the edge of a blazing inferno, and yet he remained steady, unfazed.
This was likely due to his Primordial Chaos Physique, which seemed to awaken the moment the potent wine touched his lips.
Riley felt an overwhelming surge of unimaginable strength coursing through him.
The room went silent, every pair of eyes fixed on Riley.
