The long game finally ended. Vritra stood in the center of the arena as he stored away all the subjects in his dimensional book.
"Pitiful one, haa I am tired so I will be leaving now."
Monk Shitless yawned as he lay sprawled over Bullo's back. Today was a really hectic day.
All the people kept calling him to buy the new glyphs; they were all in special demand.
"Huff, that was fun, but I still wonder why we are doing this…" Onest mumbled, but since he was following Vritra, he didn't really mind.
They couldn't see the beautiful lady standing right beside Vritra, holding onto the hem of his sleeve.
With one of his eyes closed, Shitless raised his head and looked at Vritra before lazily muttering, "Make sure to use the 'Time' properly."
"Huh, what?" Vritra questioned. He no longer took all of Shitless's words as nonsense; every once in a while, the evil monk would warn him of danger.
"That's all, haa anyway I am leaving." Patting Bullo's back, they left the arena.
