Putting more power into his kick, Liam sent Twilight hurling the distance, releasing the grip on his arm.
The two maintained their distances.
Neither of them attacked.
Liam subtly checked the spot where Twilight's arm had touched, his left arm where the bandages unfurled.
It was barely noticeable, and if Liam didn't have the King's Eye, he wouldn't have spotted it.
Where Twilight had touched, it was no longer as smooth.
Now, there were a few vague lines running across it.
As though it had been aged a little!
Liam threw a cold glance at Twilight, who grinned smugly in response.
Her chest wound – the ribs that caved in – slowly healed on its own.
This was the power of having both light and darkness.
Darkness was a representative of everything bad.
Corruption, disease, death.
Light was a representation of everything good.
Invigoration, health, life.
