Bolstering yourself with a necromantic facsimile of life.

Whispering an incantation, you roll a glass vial between your palms. As the words vanish, you consume the liquid within, its bitter essence tingling on your tongue. An initial wave of nausea yields to an uncanny vitality, as necromantic energy mimics the essence of life, fortifying you with a strange vigor.

I Cast False Life
Savoring potent spirits, their burn stinging my throat, I commence the incantation. Profane symbols weave in the air, magical energy swelling within. A wildfire-like sensation courses through me as the spell engulfs the alcohol, bestowing upon me a semblance of life, both potent and deceiving.