Both allied and enemy underlings warily watched as Liam followed Rachel into one of the rocky formation's narrow passages, not daring to resume fighting until he was gone.
Liam couldn't really blame those experts. He was indeed more dangerous than he had expected, a walking time bomb who could poison the world as soon as he unleashed his true nature.
There was simply no point in fighting when death could arrive so suddenly and randomly. Still, Liam carried wariness of his own.
After what Liam had overheard, he had expected Rachel to take an aggressive stance toward him, but she casually led the way on her spear, arms behind her back, humming happily despite being in enemy territory.
There was also confusion. Liam understood the valuable opportunity the Dark Heaven Tribe saw in his power and skills. He could even accept Rachel attempting to charm him to bind him to it, but Amber's advice changed everything.
