"I'm getting better," Severin wiped the sweat from his face.
His progress was painfully slow, but it was progress. When he started training, he had lost his sword each time he used the Stigma, but now he could hold it well when fighting.
"Good. Now let's try my other fighting method."
More projections appeared, but this time they were monsters at the same stage as him and at E-rank, but he'd made their senses and perception to be as high as A-rank—even higher.
The wolf-like monsters appeared and immediately began to growl, sniffing the air. They were made in direct replica of his monsters' behaviors.
Severin took a step towards them, and the monsters turned towards him, and yet they didn't attack.
He must have looked like a tree being blown by wind because he appeared as nothing to their sensing. It must be as if he was a stick wearing clothes.
