Liam couldn't have revealed his position more flashily. He had literally left a trail that led directly to him, and the consequence couldn't have been more predictable.
Fear in the form of goosebumps spread inside Liam as heavy, piercing attention fell on him, drowning him in multiple intents that seemed to have material shape.
Liam had been found. Stronger beings were eyeing him with all the anger his surprise attack had deservedly earned, but even that was by design. After all, the hunt had started as soon as he had confirmed the absence of leafing experts.
Causing a mess had always been the plan. It was simply wise to disrupt that military campaign instead of just waiting for it to reach the Dark Heaven Tribe's doorsteps.
For someone who had always fought against impossible odds, Liam knew that every little bit could help, no matter how insignificant it might look. The opposite would be unforgivable complacency.
