Donning his new clothes, Liam felt a strange urge to fill his lungs with smoke.
Except, Liam had never used a drug other than when it helped him cultivate faster.
Addiction was not something he struggled with. Other than power, of course.
But better not fall into that slippery slope.
Just a day remained for the Convention, and Liam would be amidst the most powerful people on the planet.
How exciting.
To Liam, at least.
Those who knew Liam were worried sick for him.
What if he went back and forth with a powerhouse?
What if he offended someone by mistake?
What if he made a potential enemy of someone important?
What if!
What if?!
One had to remember that, just like these parties could connect and create bonds between countries, individuals and races, it could very well do the opposite.
They were potential death traps that could seal the fates of entire countries.
