Maybe the Great Udon could hear Grey, maybe he couldn't. It didn't really matter because he smiled nonetheless.
What was certain was that he didn't have a feed to Grey, but before the words could be translated onto the screen, a blur appeared in front of Grey's mouth as though they knew he would say something foul.
It seemed that maiming and killing was allowed on universal tv. But cursing? Never that.
But that didn't matter to Grey either. He wasn't an idiot, the main goal of that broadcast was twofold.
The first put every genius of Earth with even the slightest chance of having any sort of real success right in the line of danger. They were Earth's greatest hope, and now because of Grey, their lives would inevitably be cut short.
How much time was there between the last time Joaquin's zone had been revealed and the first attack Grey suffered?
Four or five days. It hadn't been very long at all.
