He suddenly craved eating it right away, but then he stopped, realizing his jaw was gone.
'Almost forgot about my body. Better find that thing before I turned into dust.'
He picked up the Holy Grail, and he saw golden liquid inside.
Narrowing his eyes, he examined it and discovered it wasn't divine energy. It was pure, with no dominant nature.
'Is this safe?' he wondered.
Drinking an unknown substance wasn't exactly his idea of fun, and considering he had no throat left, he wasn't even sure it would work.
'Shit, to hell with it. I'll die either way.'
He poured it in his head, hoping his luck was strong enough to save him.
What followed was a wave of rejuvenation.
His unstable state began to improve, and he began to regain his body back.
What was interesting about the liquid was that it was adapting.
