Getting out of the underground was easy compared to the near three months Liam spent underground.
He exited from a cave-like crevice that led to a wide opening into a hill – which he quickly climbed atop. It was night time, and the moonlight cast a silver hue on Liam's face.
A gust of wind made him realize how much he missed fresh air, and any smell that wasn't rotten.
'Wow.'
Liam exclaimed, in awe at how far he could see with the King's Eye – even the tiniest ant didn't escape his vision, despite the darkness – not to mention he could distinguish 'Ora' patterns and concentration surrounding him.
He could even discern individual leaves on a tree from a mile away.
Liam spread his senses. There wasn't anything in the 150 meters range except for a few weak magical beasts and empty land.
His 'mental muscle' had grown to an amazing level during his seclusion – he didn't have anything else to train except his consciousness, after all.
