The storm of dirt subsided. The timely interruption of the Primal Urge also prevented any damaging disarray from unfolding. Liam's foundation had barely begun to go wild, so it instantly retrieved healthy stability.
Yet, all that paled in comparison to the voice that reached Liam's ears. He didn't even lower his arms as he looked up, blinking at the sight of his Master standing in front of him.
"Master?" Liam called, incredulous as he straightened himself. "What are you doing here?"
"Is that how you greet your Master?!" The Alchemy Elder angrily scolded, whipping Liam's head with his sleeve.
Liam was honestly too perplexed to make any sense of that development, so the scolding took priority, prompting a polite gesture.
"Disciple greets Master," Liam said, bowing and cupping his fist.
The Alchemy Elder scoffed, finally taking the time to inspect his surroundings. He noticed the five hooded corpses, as well as the maimed, unrecognizable face wearing the Pale Moon Sect's robe.
