Han Seol Human Meat Factory (11)

The evil liquid runs down my throat. It tastes disgusting. True to the herb's name, it is a revulsion that feels as though it might collapse amid a desperate scream.

Yet just as my tongue begins to register the taste, my brain also begins to sense something.

The darkest power of magecraft surges up.

The elixir's power dyes my brain pitch-black...!

ㅡGooooo.

My vision goes black.

Have I gone blind?

Have I lost consciousness?

No.

My vision had darkened because something enormous and pitch-black had filled it. Yes. The Black Tower. The Black Tower was right before my eyes...