The aura that emanated from Liam was unlike anything Crawford or Luna had ever felt before. It was cold, calculating, and filled with a deadly calm that was far more terrifying than any display of rage.
Liam had completely shed the mantle of the grieving, enraged lunatic and had become something else entirely. Before Crawford could even react, Liam appeared in front of him with his sword unsheathed. He no longer used nether.
Instead, the air around his sword crackled with a frigid energy.
Crawford sensed the danger emanating from Liam's sword. His eyes widened in shock. How is this insect wielding so much power?
With a swift, fluid motion, Liam swung his sword in a graceful arc and Crawford blocked the attack instinctively.
The blade that moved through the air with an eerie silence faced a strong divine barrier that had activated from one of the artifacts in Crawford's possession, clearly a handout from the higher-ups.
