Grace got the chance to share everything she knew about the southern region during the seclusion. Liam also resumed his sword training and did a much-needed inventory, even reviewing the escape from the Church.
Yet, all that was merely complementary to the main task. Liam almost never stopped smoking, single-mindedly prioritizing completing the rooting stage.
There were only four minor roots left, but Liam's growth had slowed down to a crawl despite how many nutrients he absorbed, and the trend worsened as days and weeks passed.
But Liam had nutrients and time. Price wasn't an issue, and cutting sleep to make it by the deadline quickened his pace, eventually leading to what he had been waiting for.
The air around Liam suddenly twisted. The surfaces in that underground room couldn't creak, but pressure landed on them. Something had happened, and he only had to send his mind to his reddish canvas to confirm it.
