"How can I forget about it!" I said I hit my temple lightly; I was looking at the Frogman, which lies in two parts in the center of the garden.
Most of its body had already eaten away the death and metal energy, and what remained would be eaten away in a few hours. Which is quite regretful; the bastard had bloodline and was strongest among all Peak Grandmasters; harvesting it, I would have received quite a boost.
I shook myself off those thoughts and focused on the important thing. It is not the Grimm I was looking for but the white crystalline crown. I had helped them against the dense energies, and it would help me too if I got my hands on it.
I just hope it is not damaged; it did not look like it was damaged, but nothing could be said.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before opening them several seconds later. When I did, a finger-thick rope of strings came out of my hand and moved toward the center of the garden with the aim of getting a crown.
