But the heretics didn't stop.
Something inside Liam broke.
His feet kicked off the ground, launching him toward the group at lightning speed.
The first cloaked figure raised his hand to counter, but he was far too slow.
Liam's fist crashed into his chest, sending him flying backwards through a tree with a sickening crunch.
The tree immediately exploded, its bark scattered around like a shrapnel.
The heretic twitched for a few seconds, blood slowly trialing down his lips, and to eveyeone's surprise, his body went still.
Another one moved to intercept him, forming strange black daggers around his arms—but Liam ducked low, twisted, and drove his elbow into the figure's side.
A loud crack followed, and the man let out a wheeze as he was hurled aside.
Liam was a blur—unstoppable.
He didn't even notice Jaegel backing away, too terrified to move.
