There was a stinging pain that assaulted Anon's mind as he attempted to brand the divine weapon. Once his principle power seeped into the silvery pillar, as the golden aura overwrote the silvery color, it also contacted the fiery etchings on the pillar.
The instance this occurred, a burning sensation welled up his chest.
As if someone or something had plucked his heart out of his chest, and dropped it into a pot of boiling water, it felt as if there was still a connection between him and his plucked-out heart, allowing him to feel every figment of pain from this pot of boiling water.
The scalding heat attempted to skew his mind and send his thoughts into disarray.
'Indeed, attempting to refine a divine weapon isn't easy.' As he winced in pain, Anon thought this. Only the Sky-grade anklets were strange in the fact that they did not really show any resistance. Whether that was due to Bolan's master making it this way, for Bolan, or not, Anon did not know, nor care.
