A boiling blackness rose from the depths of Liam's mind, washing over it, submerging it, drowning his very sense of self.
There was no reason or thought involved. True Hatred didn't need any of that. Everything vanished from Liam's mind, even himself, leaving a single, all-devouring idea.
The world had hurt Liam, so he would swallow the entirety of existence, including himself.
The black Qi took over what was left of Liam's defensive technique. His entire figure turned black, the vibrating membrane around him radiating green hues, gaining power, as well as new effects.
Dominic had more experience in the cultivation world than Liam and Lancelot combined. He understood what was happening as soon as the transformation started, but he remained a branching expert.
Even when mostly dead, Dominic believed he could handle whatever nature Liam's Qi was summoning and finally finish him off.
Sadly for Dominic, he couldn't have been more wrong.
