TING Ting ting
Tens of rhythmic sounds rang across the giant grey phantom of mine, hammers which are bigger than Grimm Monster to the size of ant fell on my body, giving me immense pain but also purifying my body and reinforcing my strength.
It is still as painful as the first time I had practiced it despite going through the process so many times for nearly two months.
Aside from the pain, many things have changed in my art and other things.
The phantom of mine, which had been very murky two months ago, has now become quite clear. It is still grey in color but not murky anymore, and also, the grey color had become quite lighter than I could see very deep inside the phantom.
TING Ting ting!
The last of the hammers rang before humanoids moved back and began placing the hammers in the racks.
