Copper Cleave

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.