Liam felt a million different unpleasant sensations vomiting over him, crawling across every orifice and striation of his body.
It was a nauseating feeling. Everything felt disproportionate and unsettling. Like he was no longer the same person.
No longer the same thing.
But as his thoughts slowly grew clearer, and his overwhelming and hectic sensations stabilized, Liam felt like he could finally examine what he ended up becoming.
He could feel the number of people in the basement. Without his mental energy or Shadow Sense.
Even if he closed his eyes, he could perceive them.
They were like burning stars in a black void to his mind. An eighth sense. He could feel the warmth of their breaths, the quick beating of their hearts.
But first, Liam had to break through the chains binding him down.
Muscles at Liam's hands and feet started to transform and weave into a superior build.
