CLANG CLANG CLANG
It had been five hours since the battle had begun, and it was still in a stalemate.
Grimms and natives are dying by a minute. Each one tries to kill another quickly as possible. I am doing the same, killing one Grimm after another. Not resting even for a minute, no matter how injured I am.
For it, I am gaining a reward. My strength is rising rapidly. Every battle with Grimms with bloodlines had made me strong, that I have reached the limit.
One or two Grimms more and I will be at the limit.
It happened far more quickly than I had imagined, but it made me happy, as well as sad. Happy because I have reached the limit, and sad because very soon, my strength will stop rising.
There are many people, even reaching the limit. I would not be strong enough to fight against the strongest on the ground.