Liam was pretty sure that the natives from the library weren't in a condition where they could scream out loud and run away from him.
Felicia might be considered the merciless murderer but Liam was the foreign being with eyes that looked like galaxies had been sealed inside them, a black horn that was jutting out of his forehead, and claws that tore through his opponents' fur and flesh as if they were made out of warm butter.
Everyone's eyes were either on him, Felicia, or the dead body of the young man whose attacks had endangered Liam's life.
This was something Liam noticed quite clearly but he had already accepted the given situation. He had been prepared for it, either way.
With a calm mind, and a clear recollection of how the natives would act when seeing him and being around him imprinted on his mind, Liam entered the gymnasium through the main entrance.
