As angry as Liam was, he hadn't lost his mind.
Ever since the battle against Dominic, Liam had learned to keep the Primal Urge's insanity in check. His mind was a mess of hisses, auditory hallucinations, and tides of information captured by the hyper-clarity, but he remained in complete control.
Which was why Liam couldn't help but stop before the apocalyptic scene he had caused and its outcome.
Poison was spreading everywhere, especially from the toxic river. Its fumes were infecting both ground and air, accelerating the swamp's expansion, but a man stood beyond it, surprisingly still in one piece, sort of.
Andrew's skin was in pieces. Cracks covered him all over, as if he were made of clay, which wasn't much further from the truth.
The cracks eventually led to debris. Shards and dust fell from Andrew's figure, revealing intact skin underneath. Even his loose robe was fine, having gone through the same shattering process.
