Liam stored the technique into his new ring, along with all his important items.
'I won't start it instantly. I don't feel comfortable doing that anyway.'
For a moment, he lingered pensively, his face growing dark.
The plan he had thought of was solid.
It had a few kinks that needed ironing out… but if he could somehow pull it off, he could make a swift escape without looking back.
'It's the only choice I have.'
He took out the Face and Body imitation pill, his gaze turning cold as he took out his shortsword and cut open his palm.
The pill absorbed the droplets of blood, twisting, curling and changing its shape.
As it soaked in blood, the white surface gathered color, slowly taking the form of a face.
More precisely, Liam's face – it copied his features down to the last detail, although stretched and caricatured.
Even the golden hue of his eye wasn't left out, and his empty left socket too.
