Liam returned to reality when Dominic and the fireball crashed into the ground, exploding into a rain of flames.
Not long had passed in the real world, and Liam's condition was the same as always. Nothing had changed, but something had shifted, expanded, and deepened. It belonged to him and didn't.
Honestly, Liam wasn't sure there was any difference anymore.
The one thing Liam knew, however, was that the Primal Urge was still active, and he wasn't fine with its drawbacks anymore. He wanted all its advantages with none of the insanity.
Liam focused on his loud, chaotic mind. Everything was as he had left it, but a second hiss rose through it now, one carrying a more familiar voice.
The noise didn't quiet down. That hadn't been the point anyway. Liam accepted and even welcomed the Demonic Art's backlash, but he wanted control, and not in the primal, reckless sense the technique provided.
