[Sublimation Ritual Completed]
[Rank Advancement in Progress——]
In the pitch-black world, Annan watched as an abundance of data streams flashed before his eyes, his body becoming visibly hotter at a pace detectable by the naked eye.
"Cough——"
He couldn't help but cough softly.
With every cough, it seemed to him that he heard the sound of a hammer forging metal.
A cluster of incredibly hot sparks shot out from Annan's throat with his cough. As the sparks fell to the ground, they faintly illuminated the surroundings before quickly extinguishing.
This cough seemed to have lifted the curtain on some ceremony.
After that, Annan began coughing violently, without end.
With each cough, the ringing sound of the forging hammer echoed beside him.
