Chapter 86

• Liam's vision blurred with rage as he tore through the enemies in his path. The humane part of him had taken the backseat as he ripped out throats, hearts, limbs, and everything tearable.
• His teeth and claws sank into everything and anything without any regard. His feral instincts guided his every move, allowing him to anticipate their attacks and strike with deadly precision. The scent of blood and sweat permeated the air, mingling with the sounds of growls.
• He single-handedly destroyed all magical spots and ripped apart the offending witches. He was too swift to be caught or attacked, his rage fueled by anger.