Five months later,
Inside the grey room, all the stone pillars were destroyed, massive chunks of rocks dug out from massive blows, and walls cracked. His body was filled with countless wounds, yet Vincent looked perfect, the slightly lacking muscles of his back, arms and chest now ideally refined to use his spear and fight at high speeds against this daemon named Astaroth.
During the several months, he spent here, only five hours passed in the real world; he apologised to the worried Silvari and Efrita while spending an hour speaking to the cute Zera, that shed tears thinking he ran away because of her private garden and promised to take her out to play when he returned later on, so she should take a nap.
Vincent spent most of his time fighting against the training dummy that resembled Astaroth; from the beginning, his chances to beat her as he was were impossible. However, that was not the reason for this training.
"Hah!"
*Pierce*