"I shouldn't have given it such an easy death," I said as I looked at the decapitated body of the Grimm; it would have been much better if I had harvested it. It would have been a fitting punishment for all the humans it had killed and eaten, and it would have given me an essence rose, and I need essence roses, especially of its level. I have been turning them and sending them out with those who are leaving; I am sure they have already started showing their usage on the battlefield. I shook my head at the mistake and collected the body of the Grimm; while I could not harvest it from the essence rose, I could harvest it in the crystals; it had been a while since I had done that. After dealing with the Grimm, I resumed walking, reading each mural by a step and copying them. Since I arrived in this place, I have copied hundreds of them, but not a single one seemed to have connected to each other. It is clear all of them are part of a single story, but the story is damn huge that I felt like I would have to collect thousands of them before I find something connecting. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦 Five hours passed, and in the five hours, I had collected a few hundred more murals and pasted my seals on the glittering glass they are, but not a single glass had reappeared in front of me. Maybe my seal is getting destroyed by a glass, or maybe I have yet to come across them; it is very hard to tell. As I was moving, the glasses disappeared and appeared around me, blocking the old ways and creating new ones. Also, three new Grimms in front of me. "Disappointing,' As I looked at the three Grimms, all Grandmasters. They opened their mouth as they saw me, but before they could let the word out, they disappeared, appearing into my core where the runes began to climb on their bodies. One had a bloodline, and while the two were useless, I did not want to kill them, seeing the number of humans they had killed. It is better they get harvested; it would be a better end for them. In the past few hours, I have come across many Grimms, Grandmasters, and High-Grandmasters, but not a single one of them was powerful. Even among the peak High-Grandmasters, there was not a single one that hadn't killed within a minute. It is not just the Grimms that are weak, but I am too strong for them; my level had not increased like most of these Grimms, but my strength had a strength not many could match. Still, I do not dare to wish for a strong enemy; who knows when I had asked for the strong enemy; a Grand Lord might appear; I am not a match for Grand Lord. Another hour passed, and the glittering glass walls changed again, this time bringing a group of four humans in front of me. All of them are High-Grandmasters; when I had seen them last time, they had just leveled up to Grand, and now they had reached the High-Grandmaster class. I just nodded at them and walked away; given their power, they are more than powerful enough to protect themselves and even powerful High-Grandmasters. Hun! A few minutes had passed since I had walked away from that group when I heard the faint sounds of fighting. It stopped me for a moment before I became a blur as I moved toward the fight; each step carried me closer and closer to the battle till I was able to see it. BANG! "Human, if this is all you have, then it is better; I will kill you as soon as possible," it said and brought down its hammer, sending the man in purple-blue armor flying hard, but just as he was about to crash into the wall; shining purple wings behind him moved and stopped him crashing. Though he had stopped himself, he did not get relief as the hammer came crashing toward him. "Krah!" I said as I saw the Grimm. The Grimm, one of the rare Grimms, is a branch of Snow Werewolves called Blizzard Werewolves; these are very muscular Grimms and use a hammer. Once upon a time, it used to be a very powerful tribe, with two Grand Lords in the coven, till Ramona Hawthorn nearly wiped it away. They have never been able to recover from it, even after thousands of years. Though in this century, they have a chance, and all because of Krah; around four ago, it was a member of the coven till it left. According to intelligence, it had started ruin-hopping, searching for a way to break through into the Grand Lord class. The council very much feared it would succeed and tried many times to kill it, but it survived all its attempts to kill it and even killed the few of our people we have sent to kill it. Thankfully, the bastard itself did what we could not; it went to a very dangerous ruin and nearly got killed. From the last intelligence we have about it, it is recovering from the injuries it had suffered. The thing that injured it must be something else because it left a mark; more than half of the body is covered in black marks, the part covered by the black marks is wrinkly, and there is no fur on it. It is, without a doubt, the most dangerous Grimm below the Grand Lord class, and not many could contend against it; the humans are capable of fighting against it already, told the length of powerful he is. Though I am not surprised, considering it is one of the most powerful inheritances that appeared in us, humans. The Angel Inheritance and the host of it is my ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend Simon; I have never liked this bastard and have taken quite a revenge on him. I heard he had been training hard for years to take revenge for the humiliation I had caused him during the championship. "I have heard so much about angel inheritance that appeared among the humans in this generation, but it turned out to be so-so," said Krah as it brought down his hammer on Simon. The Grimm wouldn't have dared to utter such words if it had been fighting against Rachel or her sister. Those two would have given it quite a challenge, while Jim would have got utterly blasted by it, but he is not an enemy this Grimm or anyone else want to fight. After he created the core, he began to receive the real power of his inheritance. The only thing I could say is that fighting against him is not a nice experience. Another minute had passed, and now Simon's condition had become even worse; he was not surviving only by defensive methods, and the Krah was breaking them one after another. In a few seconds, its hammer would reach him. "It seemed like this is a week where I would save the hateful bastards of sky saber from dying," I muttered as I readied myself.