Liam's Consciousness
*Sounds Of Water Dripping*
*Whistling Wind*
In a dark endless void, the ground like glass water, in space, an ash big tree lies there, containing four-leaf clovers, some witters dropping to the ground in ash and as it did, another grew in replacement, emerging out of the branch.
Ghost was seated at the center wearing a dark smirk, his long arms rested against his knees, positioned up, his head bent downwards, his eyes covered.
Suddenly his elf ears switched.
"We need to talk," he said with a growl, noticing the familiar presence, slowly raising his head staring at the person standing a few distances away from him, his partner, and his wielder.
"Liam" he adds.
Liam gave him a pissed look as fury burned in his eyes.
"You look angry at Ghost" Ghost said in amusement.
Damn right he was, Liam came at him, each step making a loud radioactive sound to the ground.
