Liam was 21 and a half now.
Nowadays he looked much like his father, to his dismay. Only facially. The eyes, hair and everything in between was his own.
Liam could easily change his face.
But he didn't.
He wanted to remind himself of a debt he owed to the Royce family.
Nevertheless.
Liam raised the Breaker Blade above his head.
It was as tall as Liam, around 5'11 feet.
It was double-edged, but it wasn't sharp due to the thickness of it. It was nearly 2 inches thick!
It was wider than Liam, too. The length of two adult arms side to side.
The tip wasn't narrow. It was wide, like the top of a pyramid.
The shape was unique to its width and height.
This wasn't a weapon of sharpness or viciousness.
It was a weapon of power.
It was damn heavy, too. More than 212 kg of condensed scales and bones. All of which was layered atop one another.
