Azier hadn't realized it, but he had gone through a pile of vials quickly by the time he felt full, or even had any pressure in his stomach at all.
...and the fact he had a stomach dawned on him just then. He had healed entirety, and without the need to focus on the task.
What the fuck just happened?
Where had this all come from? Never before had he been able to heal on his own like this.
What was in those vials? . . . And why had they been instantly addictive?
It must have just been another bit to control Azrael's army....and if this was any indication of the problems to come, then he was in trouble.
A lot of trouble....because he already felt his mouth run dry, and immediately craved more of the potion.
The worst part? It hasn't even tasted good. It was bitter, and had a distinct rancid taste like it had gone bad. There was a copper-like essence that filled his nose and throat when it finished it's trail down his throat.