But with his talent and creativity, he should still be able to absorb at least one of them by the time the lives end.
"For now, he must only be getting started. Unfortunately, I can't lend a hand or assist." The Crying Monk spoke while flying toward that spatial crack determinedly.
The Crying Monk looked back at the Higher Being Realm, where the clone of Vritra was present and operating.
With Misty Essence, he could cover things up and hide the clone's origins.
And that nosy neighbor, Green Turd, had been especially silent ever since he received that trauma and shock, so everything was moving fine on that front.
Before long, he was even invited to a meeting of the Holy Righteous Heretics, welcoming Vritra as a new member formally.
All ten commanders were present at the gathering, and even Dipper was there in person. It was a grand welcome befitting a new commander.
Of course, for now, they wouldn't really tell him any core information or secrets.
