Homer flopped lifelessly forward, his now-corpse splashing into the shallow waters, a deeper red patch expanding from his almost entirely severed neck.
Liam felt nothing while staring at the floating corpse. There was nothing to feel in the first place. A frail life was gone, leaving emptiness in its stead.
The world had thrown another hurdle at Liam, and he had overcome it to continue pursuing his way of life. More than merely surviving, he was advancing, fueled by the resolve to live on his own terms and fulfill his desires.
The lack of satisfaction vouched for that spiritually higher mindset. It was a detachment that only goals grander than life itself could provide, something that might look cold and emotionless on the outside, but that had a burning ambition at its core.
