The process of Elementalization, amidst this hellish torment, was continuing at a slow yet steadfast pace.
It's as if the extreme pressure had instead become the best forge.
His body at times transformed into flames, at times solidified into hard rock, at times was enveloped by water, and at times surrounded by a gentle breeze, with light and dark subtly flowing underneath, maintaining the most fundamental balance and stability.
The disturbances of the whispers also changed with the deepening of his Elementalization and his strong-willed resistance.
Sometimes they became sharper and more urgent, as if angered by the prey's stubbornness; sometimes they became gentle and seductive, weaving false visions of endless knowledge or power; sometimes they directly transformed into mental attacks, trying to shake his Crystal Core.
Duke held his mind steady, turning all the whispers, all the pain, all the interference into fuel, and cast them into the furnace named Will.
