The Guardian fell before them, and Efflo eagerly stepped over its crumbling remains into the room. He studied the shelves and their contents, eyeing with growing concern the vast number of them.
But he had been given a task, to drink from the Grail, and he intended to do it. Now was not the time for hesitation or wallowing in self-pity, such foolish actions would leave him gasping in death like the downed Fernando. No, he wouldn't be joining their ranks, not today, not ever.
Choosing an ornately decorated cup, the grail cold in his hands, Efflo lifted it to his lips and drank deeply, the liquid sliding cold and refreshing down his throat. He felt different somehow, after drinking it but in his mind, everything was just as it should be. His skin was pale, and his hair dark, and his long white jacket embellished in green swirled around him. His trusty weapon, Glowworm, was held tightly in his hand, the hivemind buzzing excitedly within his own.
Yes, this was definitely correct.
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