Liam had a scarce amount of time to consider or respond.
In an instant, he was lost in thoughts about his triumph and the lesson of not underestimating unfamiliar individuals, when suddenly, an attack at close range materialized right before him.
The Spirit of the master, whom he hadn't had time to identify, attacked him quickly and brutally, making him break out in a cold sweat as he felt strange, facing death just after killing four enemies.
Liam thought about the irony of life, feeling that there he was, about to be fatally attacked after the four murders he had just committed.
'I hope these potions work. I'm really going to need them!' He thought of the moment when the wrinkled demon would seriously injure him with a trident.
