The faint trace of humanity disappeared as quickly as it came. Liam reverted to a completely inhuman, feral face, his still-unsatisfied stomach keeping his features sharp.
Still, blinking eyes and speechlessness unfolded around Liam, with the most intense examples on his side.
Uriah, Amber, Laurel, and Caspar wore dumbfounded faces, their presence reflecting their state, adding a taste to the atmosphere that drew Liam's attention.
"That's still the plan …" Liam said, uncertain. "Right?"
"Master Dark Wanderer," Amber called, wiping off the blood from her lips and straightening, placing a hand on Uriah's shoulder to reassure him. "Do you make a habit of telling your plans to your opponents?"
"What does it matter now?" Liam asked. "It's not like they can do anything about it."
A second wave of speechlessness unfolded, but the enemy army took the crown this time.
