The threat sounded ludicrous, no matter the perspective.
The tables had around a dozen cultivators, most at the foundation stage, but still featuring four rooting experts.
More cultivators stood in the intricate underground world and hill, surrounding Liam and Grace in more ways than one.
Lastly, the burly man's presence was heavy, heavier than even Grace's. He clearly had developed more minor roots, maybe even reaching the stage's peak.
Nevertheless, everything had a different meaning in Liam's eyes, with a lot being invisible.
That clearly unorthodox force played into the Circles' trend. Such a gathering was probably unheard of in the Outer Circles Liam had crossed, but a similarity had remained.
The Axe Brigade might indeed be a force that more outermost Circles didn't have the systems to host, but it still was a group of lone cultivators. The widespread dirt, both on the environment and on the experts, already suggested that.
