Liam had emptied his sleeves, condensing everything he had in a single move that could match the might of established poison masters, and it showed.
The smoke unleashed by the thirteen pills was too plentiful even to attempt to remain still for an instant. Dense dark gales immediately formed, taking over the entire basement in no time.
Liam landed on his feet in time to breathe in the poisonous smoke blowing on his face, enjoying the revitalizing sensation it generated, only for it to highlight his poor state.
The first explosion had hit Liam hard. His body was resilient, functioning despite that heavy blow, but he felt sore all over, some discomfort even spreading inside him.
Liam hadn't come out unscathed from the other blasts, either. He had dodged some, but had partially faced the last three to reach the half-destroyed buildings, and they had hurt.
