Novella's lips trembled. There was a gravity in her gaze that went beyond words. Something unspoken lingered there, a silent promise that the truth of the liquid was beyond mortal—and even godly—expectation. Wait until you taste it, her eyes seemed to say.
With deliberate caution, the Supreme God lifted the mug and took a sip. And in that instant, the fabric of the chamber itself seemed to tremble. All notions of order, all preconceived understandings of taste, collapsed.
The flavor exploded across his consciousness. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his millions of years of existence. It was hot, bitter-sweet, complex beyond the calculation of even the most perfect heavenly formulas. His mind cleared, neurons firing in a symphony of clarity and alertness that no elixir, heavenly or infernal, could rival. For the first time in eternity, he felt reborn.
