Liam was still reeling from the thrill of his first actual fight. And not just any fight but against a beast from another world. A cultivation world beast.
His lungs burned, his temples still throbbed faintly from the strain of telekinesis, and his knuckles tingled with the memory of hammering against bones as dense as steel. His chest heaved as he stood there in the eerie stillness of the forest, the Ironblood Bear's retreating form already swallowed by the night.
He had never felt so alive.
The adrenaline coursing through his body felt like fire in his veins, keeping him sharp, restless. He had never been in a real fight before. Not a street brawl or a sparring match, nothing. His life had been nothing short of ordinary... and boring. But now? Now he understood why warriors lived for the battlefield.
"This… this is insane," Liam muttered to himself, with a grin on his face. "I didn't know I was missing out on something like this."
