As he saw the thousands of copies intent on killing him, Liam's gaze calmly assessed each and every one of their faces.
They were all worried. Anxious. Paranoid. There were so many versions of himself! What was he going to do?! How was he going to get out alive?!
But the real Liam was calm.
He had no such worries.
He hadn't even gotten up from his seat.
It wasn't like he wasn't thinking things over.
Of course he was.
But now that he looked at himself less as a person and more of an 'entity', Liam found that human behaviors were outdated for someone like him.
He could still sense those specific emotions. But he could never express them genuinely again, nor go back to how he originally was.
'Was my sanity sacrificed for a Rank 4 sea of consciousness?'
Silence.
Liam scoffed under his breath.
'I'm not an Ashura. I'm not a human. I'm definitely not a Shifter.'
