BOM! BRSH! BOM! BOOM BOOM! BOM! BOM! BOOM! BOOOM! BOOM!
The explosions continued. To the outside eye, one would just see a disfigured, broken ragdoll being hurled from one side of the void to the other.
Other than the small patch of mental energy, Liam's sea of consciousness was a mess. Any time a crack would form on his mental barrier, his mental waves would rush to fix them, expending itself.
If the barrage continued as it was…
There was no guarantee Liam would still be alive.
Naturally, Liam's bodily wounds regenerated and fixed themselves, but he'd given up control of his body to his subconscious.
He wasn't in control.
All of his focus was on his Path.
Initially, it hadn't undergone any sort of change.
Infinite potential… yet, empty and featureless.
Until…
WRSH!
A change.
A tiny, white speck formed in Liam's Path.
This speck was strange.