"If you weren't the self-centered sack of shit you are, you would have understood my question." Limadan merely sighed, not even going to the extent or trouble of explaining the question. It was simple. There were three souls. Was it the one who got all three? The most souls? The first soul?
Green chains shot from the ground, circling around Grimoire and aiming to pull him down to the ground. "I have no time for weaklings such as you or your vessel," he sighed slowly, "you have lost my interest. Celeben. I advice you to kill yourself as soon as you can. This powerless filth will try and occupy your mind." He merely said as he turned around, the chains slowly dissipating again. Limadan merely walked away.