Liam hadn't worn his cold, murderous face, but his serious, feral one gave Maxwell the same idea, which wasn't far from the truth. Liam was indeed inspecting his Brothers as if he were stalking prey. He simply didn't want to kill them specifically.
Nevertheless, the order snapped Liam out of his inspection, making him descend the leafless tree in a hurry to join his Brothers in the lake.
Still, the sight of the many floating corpses rekindled Liam's hunter thoughts, other than acting as undeniable proof of his unsuitability for the mission.
Liam had sniped eight level one magical beasts before reaching the lake. Each kill had been isolated and from a favorable position, taking those creatures by surprise every time.
Instead, that wild battle had left around thirteen corpses scattered over the lake, and that only when counting level one magical beasts.
'Eight points against forty-three,' Liam counted. 'One done across hours, the other in a couple of minutes.'
