Zagreus sighed. "Bit your tongue again?"
"…N-No," Gremory's embarrassed mumble came through.
"Send two Stage 4 Grim Reapers to my location."
"Stage 4? Right… understood. I'll make the arrangements."
Zagreus lowered the badge and looked at Nameless Death, who raised an eyebrow.
"Stage 4 Grim Reapers?" Nameless asked.
"They are stronger ones," Zagreus said simply. "Now you can go back to your forging."
"Didn't you say they are coming and I should greet them?"
"How would they come right now, dumb fuck? Do you think everything is free and has nothing to do like you?"
Nameless stared at him for a few seconds, then decided it wasn't worth arguing.
He went back to adjusting the forge equipment. Meanwhile, in the underworld, things began to stir.
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Gremory POV
Gremory didn't waste a second.
Her fingers danced across the communication relic, causing lines of black energy to flow through the air like threads.
