Whoosh...
At the lowest level of Abyssal Prison, Sterl exhaled a deep breath, the scorching air causing the atmosphere in front of him to distort.
It had been almost half a day since the passive transformation of his power had begun.
Now, his skin was as red as flame, as though it might burst into flames at any second. If someone got closer, they could even hear the sound of rushing rivers coming from within Sterl's body.
It was the blood flowing through his veins. Before this transformation, every time his blood circulated, the vessels would rupture under the terrifying force, causing blood to spill from his body.
But after countless trials of forging and reforging, his blood vessels had finally withstood this terrifying power of vitality.
Furthermore, during this half-day period, he felt as though his body was being shaped into a weapon. As the passive arcane skill evolved, it also subjected him to cruel tempering.
