Liam headed towards the Armory after finishing up a few more tests with the King's Eye.
A few minutes after, the Shadow Clone simply fell apart and dissipated after his control over it waned.
The clone simply took too much mental energy to function properly, and Liam would need to spend hours of cultivation and rest to refill his centers of power.
'Other than the massive consumption of energy it takes, it's an amazing spell… I wonder how much better it would be as a Rank 3 Magus.'
Eventually, Liam arrived at the Armory.
Behn, the Armorer, was pleasantly surprised to see him, and the stern-faced man cracked a broad smile.
He couldn't help but respect how mature and stronger the boy looked compared to half a year ago.
"Kid, you have any idea how infamous you are around this place? Everyone's screaming "Golden-Eyed Vagrant", or whatever that is. Where the heck were you?"
A curse almost left Liam's lips, but he stopped himself.
