Truth be told, everything had happened so quickly that Liam hadn't really thought about his punishment.
Three months stuck in a cave was a long time, probably longer than Liam's period inside the Divine Cult, but those problems couldn't find the way to the conscious side of his mind that day.
Liam seemed possessed. Ever since returning to his cave, he had never stood still, alternating books with logs, not wasting a single second over something that couldn't advance his expertise.
It got so bad that Liam eventually took a bath to change into a clean robe, only to bring a fiery log with him, washing himself while continuing to experiment with the alchemical flame.
That trend continued until night, not that Liam noticed. He wouldn't have even stopped if his cave's entrance hadn't started opening on its own.
Liam blinked at that unexpected sight, quickly hiding the Primal Urge's tome and wooden knife in his robe, holding the dark smoke he had just breathed in.
