Eight years later.
Gritting his teeth, Grimm slowly walked along a narrow path that led to the Demon-Hunter Castle.
Unlike the others who relied on Mental Strength, Grimm's advantage lay in his sturdier Constitution. While the others only had to keep on doing meditation to maintain their Magical Power at the same level as their Mental Strength, Grimm needed to train every cell in his body, utilize every ounce of his strength and vitality to push his Magical Power to be at the same level as his Constitution level.
Huff… puff… huff…
Although highly unlikely, Grimm—an Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer with high Constitution was exerting so much effort just to walk. It seemed so impossible and unimaginable.
Yet, that was what was happening.
If one were to observe in closer detail, one could see that Grimm was carrying a massive and heavy alloy—one that was created from alchemy. These alloys were materials used to construct the Voidships; and Grimm was now putting these on his back.