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With a single punch, the Pope destroyed Bob while Vritra's body remained frozen in the air. The path to the inheritance was finally clear.
Almost all of the Grieves entered the inheritance ground while a few remained outside to keep an eye on Vritra, though it was now almost impossible for him to get out of the restraints even with the fourth dimension.
"Tch. We finally got him under control, I can't believe he was able to struggle for so long against all of us despite not even being 2nd Legion rank. He will certainly turn into really dangerous Glyphs." One of the few Grieves muttered as they gazed down at Vritra.
"Should we just kill this bastard and say he died on his own?" one of them suggested, looking at Vritra with hate.
"Haa, I wish we could do that but he is pretty much dead now. Making him go through all those experiments would be a lot more cruel than a simple death right now." Another replied, as they floated close to him.
