Liam had faced countless powerful foes during his time in the Dark Forest, creatures that exuded raw, unrelenting killing intent, and each time, survival had meant recognizing it and responding in kind.
Sheila's so-called killing intent? It was a pale imitation—a hollow act that barely scratched the surface of what true malice was.
Liam might not have taken the life of a human before, however, he'd taken countless lives things, not out of choice but out of necessity. Whether it was a demon, or beast, he understood one thing: survival demanded power and the unflinching will to kill. Hesitation was a luxury he could not afford.
"Hey, Princess," Liam said, his voice calm and measured as he straightened his posture. "Let me ask you something."
Sheila's eyebrow twitched, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "What could you possibly have to ask me?"
