change [ lagi solo/ b rank]

He finally found it, and now it as time for lagi to find his own method of brewing it. The cortex brow, something that can succeed or fail depending on how the king goes on about this. Everything was riding on this specific situation. Lagi had that funny feeling in his gut, he couldn’t tell if it was uncertainty or nervousness in general. “You done this a thousand times lagi, and plus you have the book of herbivore mixing. You should be fine….” Lagi would say this to convince himself as he used the extra spare of the cortex brown in a pot, heating it with fresh spring water up to a decent temperature and taking out small vials. What Lagi planned to do was to siphon some of the pots in order to see which agent can serve as a neutralizer to the negative effects that a herb has. Some herbs are like that in general, the good qualities are mixed in with the bad qualities, potion making was complex in that sense when you had to separate the two. “ Which one is it, I bought about 25 different kinds of agents, and I have enough of a brew to test at least four at a time until I have to boil a new one. Also, each agent takes about 1 hour for a full developing hue, and it has to at least partially match the same hue as the plant itself. “ This was going to be a long day for lagi, but he wasn’t going to give up yet. “


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It took a while but lagi finally got the right mix for his concoction and now he was finally able to face the music with this thing. “ …..” The vial was kind of big, Lagi made as much as a cup so he could get as much in his system as possible. “Ok orie, make sure you keep an eye on my vital signs. Detox this thing if anything goes wrong, alright? Orie plopped out of Lagi’s shoulder and made an encouraging sound from her plushy like mouth. With a grin, lagi gulped and squeezed his nose, starting to down the bubbling toxin. The taste of it was terrible, it was actually one of the worst things he ever tasted Maybe not the absolute worse, but it was up there. After finishing the concoction, Lagi basically held his mouth so he doesn’t regurgitate the liquid that he just ingested. “ no no no….” Lagi continued to say this in his head as he tried to fight off the urge of throwing up with sheer willpower. After he managed to, the cramps started to come along.”!!!!Ugha..fmri…rg.” Lagi went to the floor and orie immediately went inside of him in order to mitigate some of the damage that was being done to the body. She would have her hands full as El drago peaked in. “Lagi! Lagi , what's wrong?!” El drago could see, the vains in lagi’s body, all of them were popping out . What the hell did the king drink?! “I’ll go get help…. El drago took off at fast speeds in search of civilization. He had to trust orie and hope she could keep lagi stable till then

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Lagi laid there on the ground, he was practically motionless. Even though orie prevented him from dying right then and there, the effects that came after surviving what was supposed as the “The worst of it all” still affected lagi to a degree. “ Cough!” Lagi coughed out some of the clear liquid mixed with some blood, his mind was foggy. It was as if whatever he chose to think of wasn’t exactly a preferred pick, it always linked to some sort of tragedy. Seeing his village in ruins after an attack from what was to be deceased fanalis corps members. The fact that in the beginning, he was in bad terms with the El nagi clan and his father rejected him. Also, the time where his son was kidnapped and he had to look everywhere for him. The time he saw Merrze all hurt and beaten up, with his own words and mouth causing pain and suffering beause he didn’t think too far head. Even now he thought of his father missing and the fact that he was hurt. Eveything was falling to ruins when he ted to involved himself, and that was made clear to lagi time and time again. As he continued to suffer in silence, so did his psyche. “ Where….is…el drago….” Lagi passed out again, but he was still conscious in a way. It was a conscious nightmare, the worst form of torture. He didn’t even notice the black hooded character sthat appeared to take him away…..

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