Liam kept smoking, staring at the true face of the man who had been behind one of the worst periods of his life. Several meters separated him from the undercover Elder, but that distance hardly had any meaning to a branching expert.
The Alchemy Elder might have told Liam to activate the Primal Urge and run in those encounters, but there was no safety to be found in the Evergreen Canyon.
With the alleged reinforcements crawling past the formation, Liam was virtually surrounded. Actually, everyone was, and the brown-haired woman had shown how even his fellow disciples could belong to the Divine Cult.
It turned out Liam's assumption had been correct. That ploy wasn't limited to the fake Elder. Chances were every Sect was compromised, leaving him no real way out.
Panic should have arisen. Anxiety and unwillingness would be normal responses to a threat that Liam had no power to oppose.
