The moon high in the sky reflected a dim light, which gained red tones when it crossed the blood-stained halo over the Mutated Battlefield.
Nothing shone directly into the basement, but a reddish illumination leaked through the holes anyway, providing decent-enough visibility. Mortals would have problems there, but cultivators didn't, especially Liam and a rooting expert.
And, thanks to that very visibility, Cecilia could see Liam turn to show his resolute, cold stance. He was nothing more than a cornered rat in the presence of a superior predator, but he showed a will to fight anyway.
Needless to say, Cecilia felt angry beyond reason, the foul emotion only deepening due to that day's events.
Liam was clearly capable. His escapes both that morning and that night had shown battle mastery that only experience and intelligence could create. He had sounded socially challenged in the tournament, but that hadn't been out of stupidity.
