Liam had blocked out every noise that wasn't related to him or his opponent.
Even the sound of his own heartbeat was ignored.
Forcing a long breath, Liam narrowed his gaze at Rishe, who didn't engage and kept his distance due to his pale complexion.
As the seconds passed, Liam's deltoid had more or less healed, reformed into an acceptable shape.
Unreeling his Dark Chains, he wrapped it around his shoulder and quickly tightened it.
A low grunt of pain escaped his lips, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through the disturbing agony.
Liam grimaced as shards of cracked bone tore through his flesh, digging deeper with each slight movement.
Despite using Cartilage Brace and Obsidian Skin in the nick of time, the beam of water still shattered through the layer of hardened darkness and thick skeleton.
After all, it was a Rank 4 spell. Liam doubted that was the last of them, too.
