"Devour him," the vampire commanded the piranhas. Unlike last time, there was no addition of, 'whatever keeps him alive'.
At the same time, the lines on the ground started glowing bright red.
Giving it a scan with Spirit Sight, Liam realized something.
He was trapped in.
Four invisible walls had surrounded the Quadrant. This time, the Prince of Cruelty was securing his prey, leaving none to chance.
Liam inwardly laughed. He didn't plan to escape, so the mosquito had nothing to worry about.
At once, a hive of fish, perhaps two to three times larger than the last one Liam had wiped out, surged forward like waves of a furious tide.
Layering himself with illusionistic mental energy, three different clones split off his figure.
At the same time, he mixed White Matter with a minute amount of Chaos, forming a lanky, emaciated humanoid being crackling with overcharged amounts of Primordial Essence.
A Hollow.
