TING Ting ting
The golems in the forge continue to refine my body, with each minute feels better than the last.
The comfort those hammers provide me is on a completely different level, better than what anything had given me, and I felt that this feeling would never end, but not all good things are last forever.
I was enjoying the feeling when suddenly, one golem put his hammer back into the rack and picked up the branding iron from the furnace, which I did not know was there, and came toward me.
Just seeing the branding iron with ancient runes is its end; I know its not going to be pretty, but I had still underestimated the pain it would give me.
"Ahhhhh…."
The golem stuck the branding iron on the huge head of my phantom, and as it did, I felt sharp white-hot pain in my head. It was painful and hot that I had screamed loudly immediately and even fainted for a couple of seconds.
