Details
Liam didn't know how much time had passed.
He'd drifted on a fine edge between life and death.
The cracks on his mental sphere were very much there.
All Usan did was press them together so they didn't fall apart.
Another grim detail Liam realized was the numb pain that ran across his body.
They were the black and red energies, clinging to Liam's body. Whatever that filthy Half-head infected him with.
And the spots where it resided, Liam felt a slow but steady agony.
Everything else, though, got better.
He'd been getting baths by Elder Jane and Aki during his slumber, and he no longer resembled a desecrated corpse.
It was time for him to awake.
Liam opened his eyes and instantly winced, painfully aware of each little ache that ran across his injuries.
Liam lived for one reason alone.
Transfiguration and his blood.
And dumb luck.