Therapy
The clouds were gradually fading, for reasons Liam didn't know.
As they spread apart, the first sunlight he'd seen in months reflected in his steely eyes.
Four powerhouses.
The Temple of Shadows' eyes watched as Usan grew further and further away, Alucard at his side.
They were approaching the Emperors.
Seeing Usan flying away, Liam perched atop a free Water Dragon, and commanded the others to do the same.
'I doubt anyone except them can deal with each other,' Liam thought. 'All we can do is piss off and wait until they're done.'
'There's a chance we won't even have to fight once they're done with their fight.'
Liam glanced at the thousands of acolytes lined across the horizon.
They wept silently. But the Elders were doing their absolute best to keep their emotions in check.
They had to keep a strong face.
If they broke down, that would only make them look weak and devastated.