Hunger satiated
Despair clawed at Sebastian's throat, acrid and suffocating. The dagger, once his trusted weapon, now lay discarded, a testament to his utter defeat. The shadows, his domain, had betrayed him, cowering before the impossible power wielded by Orpheus. This wasn't just a loss; it was a shattering of his very foundation, a world where his skills, his experience, meant nothing.
But Sebastian, despite the icy grip of fear, wasn't one to surrender easily. A flicker of defiance ignited in his emerald eyes. From an inner pocket, he produced a single, shimmering purple pill. Unlike the crude black concoction used by the assassins, this one pulsed with a refined, almost ethereal energy.
"A high-grade berserker pill," Orpheus murmured, a hint of curiosity flickering in his crimson gaze. "A desperate gamble, wouldn't you say?"