Erwin lay on his bed, his face twisted in anguish. Tears welled up in his eyes, their reddened gaze mirroring his excruciating torment. Sweat coated his entire body, causing a glistening sheen on his skin. The pill had taken a drastic toll, causing his body temperature to soar to such heights that smoke emanated from his form, turning his once-pale complexion a blistering shade of red.
The initial effects of the pill were not as painful, only manifesting when the gray matter in his bloodstream began to reform and infiltrate his muscles. The sensation felt like hundreds of needles piercing from within, an unpleasant experience. Typically, to alleviate the pain or numb the sensation, a person might scream loudly or cry, but Erwin found himself incapable of doing so as his vocal cords were also undergoing transformation along with his body.