"Hahh…"
Finishing the task in a matter of a couple of minutes in the most efficient way he could find possible, Cesar lay down on the floor filled with nothing but blood. He was breathing relentlessly as if not breathing even for a second would make him faint.
"My goodness. So this is what it means to be working? My goodness, I'm starting to hate it."
Cesar wiped the beads of sweat that slid through his cheeks as he couldn't help but remember the torment he had to endure for a month just to heal his fractured Soul.
That's right.
During the time he asked for the Demonic Wrath to fix himself, Cesar had to stay at the Academy for a month with nothing but inflict self-torture.
The time itself was a bit of a stretch but that's just how everything was supposed to go if he wanted to fix his broken soul.
However, the pain he had to undergo is not someone with a weak tenacity could hold on, but he was just the kind of guy to pull it off less it can make everything more dangerous.
