Spells that could level mountains clashed against each other. The very air screamed under the pressure of their magic.
Every attack the past Liam launched was precise, devastating, a mastery of power that Liam—his present self—could barely comprehend.
But even as he watched, something felt wrong.
His past self was holding back.
Liam narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. Why? Why wasn't he finishing this? He clearly had the power. Why—
And then, the truth hit him like a bolt of lightning.
He had never planned to win.
His past self was stalling.
Stalling for something—no, for someone.
The realization sent a flood of memories crashing into him.
The ritual. The sacrifice. The price he had paid.
His past self hadn't killed the Demon King that day. He had sealed him away—at the cost of his own existence.
That was why he had lost his memories. Why he had been reborn without the knowledge of who he was.
He had been willing to throw everything away for the sake of the world.
