At some point, and he didn't know when, Liam stopped punching. He felt worn down, body burning with effort, like he weighed a ton more than he could carry.
Mentally, he felt exhausted.
He reverted the Ashura Form, the arms retreating into his torso. Liam sat and put his back against the wall, cultivating to replenish his strength.
Ravaak the Ashura was motionless. For a moment, Liam thought he'd broken the creature's face, or worse, killed him.
But a moment later he had his answer.
Ravaak rose up like he'd been resurrected. He was bleeding horribly, and the right side of his cheekbone was fractured, giving him a 'victim of war'-like appearance.
The bad news? He was healing. Very fast. In moments, the wounds were reshaping to their prime form.
His red eyes, hard like iron, found Liam and stared at him. No more anger. Not at him, anyway.
"Raast." Ravaak pointed at Liam. He stood, then sat on one knee. "King."
Liam paused. Then grinned.
Then, a grim realization hit him.
