Liam was drowning.
He was under the sea.
Tranquility.
There was peace here.
Sure, he was drowning, and water flooded his lungs.
But the water made him feel safe.
Like he was in his mother's womb.
But Liam's mother was dead.
How pitiful.
Not that.
How he still needed air to breathe!
But that wasn't the only problem.
Right now, Liam was in several pieces.
As in, the lower half of his body was torn apart.
His eyes drooped with drowsiness.
Even his mental sphere suffered a few cracks, despite him using his defenses in the nick of time.
He was pretty sure something was boiling, too.
But he didn't know what.
His thoughts were slow.
But his mind was slowly coming back to him.
What was he doing?
Right.
Tribulation.
His mind was back now.
He realized what was boiling.
It was his blood.
His Pearl was unharmed.