The next fifteen minutes were one of the most difficult moments of Leo's life, as while on one hand Existential Overload made it extremely difficult for him to focus on breaking through, through sheer willpower, he managed to get through the tough times without making another mistake.
Time became a slow grind of pain and breath, as the potion's tide raged and receded in cruel waves, while his circuits widened another hair's breadth with each passing heartbeat.
He rode the storm without flinching, letting it batter him as he kept his mind lashed to a single point of focus, until at last the violence began to soften.
Twenty five minutes after he first drank the potion, the pressure that had tried to tear him apart finally started to ebb, as a steady warmth replaced it.
What remained was residue. Not a flood, and he found himself capable of letting it out without too much strain.
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