Grey released an audible sigh.
He crossed his arms and looked up to the skies. From time to time, his thumb would rub at his chin as though he was getting ready to summon his iron jaw on short notice.
It was definitely a risk to not wear it like this. He had made an assessment of his situation and decided it wasn't worth the potential hostility he would receive from the Holy Knights. But now he was starting to wonder if he should just say fuck it.
'Hm?'
Grey raised an eyebrow. This time, The Great Udon didn't manifest in their city itself. Rather, he was just on the screen that appeared high above.
Looking to his side, Grey frowned when he saw that the sheen of grey and black that covered everything had frozen the likes of Silva in place. Though he could move himself, he was restrained to a very defined area.
