Liam was still standing in the middle of the crater he had created by stomping the ground with all his strength.
Dust lingered in the air, clinging to his skin and hair, though his body hardly seemed to register the mess.
Silverleaf glinted faintly in his hand, its edge alive with anticipation, almost as if it, too, were waiting for what came next.
He tightened his grip around the hilt. His chest rose and fell, calm but steady, while his mind whirred with expectation.
He could already achieve so much with telekinesis alone. The storm of stones earlier had proved that. The potential was vast, and he knew he had only scratched the surface.
But the Myriad Armament Constitution was something else entirely.
It was no ordinary gift. It was a supreme-grade talent, with infinite potential, one that legends would be built upon. A talent capable of turning him into the embodiment of all weapons, the master of every Dao of combat.
