Liam had changed. He knew as much. He had taken the Ancestral Snake's Hatred for himself, devouring it, becoming its rightful son without the previous distinctions.
If the sky were too high, Liam would bring it down. If a hill attacked him, he would plunder it.
Gravity became an ally, pushing the fan beyond its previous speed, almost making it unbearable.
Yet, Liam took it, an ancient hiss filling his mind, carrying Hatred he felt ownership of, other than complete agreement.
Liam's hair fluttered in the wind, as did Grace's. She looked down, uncaring of the pressure drying her eyes, ready for whatever else might come, planning to handle that part since Liam was busy maneuvering the fan.
However, Grace found herself unable to follow through with her intentions since Liam pulled her closer, hiding her face behind his hand, protecting her from the wind, and securing her in his grasp.
