Levi let out a long exhale to calm his racing heart... after his last soul-split evolution, even the thought of evolving triggered his PTSD.
Although he knew the Sun and Void were somewhat cool with him after he gave them their own souls and wouldn't make his life hell during future evolutions, he still couldn't forget the trauma of his soul burning under Aether flames.
But as he recalled the destruction and havoc Bishop Na'thir and his goons caused, the last bits of hesitation died in his heart.
Levi brought the bottle to his lips and emptied it in one gulp.
Sweetness coated his tongue, followed by a bitterness that made his stomach protest... a sour taste worked its way along his gums... it was like the formula dared to touch all of his receptors with every possible taste.
He forced himself to swallow before his body reconsidered the decision.
'Months of searching... and it tastes like shit.'
'Complain after it works.'
