After grasping the truth of himself—Reason and Instinct no longer clashing, but flowing as one—Liam found the battle shifting in a way that felt almost unreal. The illusion still stood before him, its posture honed, its movements sharp with calculation, yet the clash that had once shaken the world now seemed muted. What had been a storm became a fleeting gust. What had been a furious struggle collapsed into a sequence of moments so brief they barely registered as a fight at all.
