He slammed the empty clay vial onto the bedside table, coughing violently, beating his chest with a fist.
"That is really disgusting," Sol rasped, spitting a wad of foul-tasting saliva onto the floorboards.
"It is medicine. It is not meant to taste like honey," the shaman said calmly, taking a step back. "Now. Breathe. Let the core catch the spark."
Sol followed her directions and did so, he didn't have to wait long.
The moment the thick sludge hit his stomach, it felt like he had swallowed a live burning coal.
A sharp, violent spike of heat erupted in his gut. Sol groaned, grabbing his stomach as the heat rapidly expanded. It wasn't a gentle, warming sensation. It was needlessly aggressive.
The highly refined, volatile beast marrow violently clashed with the empty, dry environment of his body.
But his Sun Core, starved and desperate, reacted instantly.
