Loud chaos expanded behind Liam. Tremors that resounded into his very rib cage slammed on his back and tried to ruin his balance. Mud and blood even covered him all over, making him heavy and cramped, but his figure only gained speed.
The greatest battle of Liam's life was unfolding in the area, but he missed it. A version of apocalypse had descended, but Liam's brain gradually cut that disturbance away, sending all its energy to the singular task he was focusing on.
Just like when hunting or concocting, Liam narrowed the entirety of his mental functions, expressing the true extent of the incredible concentration he had developed in Krosstoen's mountain.
Liam could wait motionlessly for his prey for days, focused solely on the unavoidable killing blow. He could spend hours glued to a dull cauldron despite having the beautiful Melissa sitting right next to him.
