Made some arrangements?
Grimm stood quietly, clutching his Sabbatic Goat Staff. Beneath the Mask of Truth, his eyes were filled with doubt. What did he mean by arrangements?
"Bone Bell Tower, how long do you think his soul could take it if I were to activate the sorcerer's tower of the void fortress?"
Bone Bell Tower?!
Grimm shivered. Were they the six tower masters of Section 12 of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings?!
The ghastly green flames of the skeleton's eye sockets flickered. He said in a calm manner, "He's got a total of six governing souls, four of them are in slumber. If I were to support his principal soul, he should last for about four hourglasses. But his principal soul would lose the ability to recover his governing soul until he becomes a Stigmata Sorcerer."
Losing the governing soul would mean that Grimm would lose his means of controlling Soul Slaves.