Joseph couldn't describe through words the sensation of ascending to a Myth.
It felt ethereal, something so near, yet so distant.
But what was clear for Joseph right now was the feeling of sorrow.
Yes, right now.
He basked on the holy light and divinity of the Grand Duelist that now felt vivid and familiar to him.
He even reckoned that with a will...
He could pierce through anything in this world with the sharpness of the Grand Duelist's Divinity.
But no matter how exquisite the feeling of grasping on the secrets of the world was. It didn't invalidate the fact that for him to reach this step. It required a huge, and cruel sacrifice of life...
That's right.
For Joseph's ascension, the one and only Legendary Blacksmith of the world of Victory...
Sacrificed his life.
Joseph couldn't be happy.
He felt empty and at loss.
