There was nothing left to do or attempt. Liam had his back against the wall, the huge, triangular head hovering in front of him, and that immense, coiled body everywhere else. Escape paths didn't exist anymore.
Moreover, the magical beast's mere breath had dispersed Melissa's cloaking technique, removing the only advantage Liam could exploit in that situation.
It didn't take a genius to understand how that would end. Liam didn't even need to rely on his hunting experience to reach the only possible conclusion. He and Melissa were dead.
And time stretched in those tense moments, at least in Liam's perspective. Mere seconds began to last entire eternities in his mind, allowing countless thoughts to run freely.
The only mistake Liam could see was in the fact that he had decided to venture on that mission. He hadn't needed to face such dangers so soon. He could have spent months or even years improving inside the safety of the Sect instead of risking his life.
