66 Farewell

Liam spent a good minute calming down the raging blob of blood in his mental sphere.

If he had to guess, inserting 'Ora' into his sea of consciousness helped settle the pain (or nourish the blood), but in turn had negative effects on the mind.

Nonetheless, Liam had been subjected to much worse – mainly his head boiling from having the King's Eye assimilated into it.

Panting heavily, he opened his bloodshot eye to reality, just to find Revel laying on the ground… devoid of any aura or life.

Liam's face turned solemn with pity. He sympathized with the man. Having your dreams and goals torn apart because of factors out of your control was dreadful.

"Blood Demon… eh? I'll hold this name for you, old man."

He shifted his attention to the red blob in his mind once again.

With a fixed thought, he willed it to appear on his finger – then proceeded to run his finger across a blank parchment he grabbed from Revel's stack.