By Grey's estimation, it would only take a few more days before he returned to Green City. More importantly, that was also when the remaining wisp of Divine Sense inside the storage ring would finally disperse. Yet Grey neither grew excited nor anxious. He simply slipped the storage ring into his storage bag, adjusted his direction, and resumed his silent flight.
His expression remained unreadable the entire way. The middle-aged disguise he had worn had been completely destroyed during his battle with the Foundation Establishment expert, so now, every gust of sharp wind scraped against his pale, youthful face. Each blast made him shiver slightly.
Time blurred. Hours passed, and exhaustion finally surfaced within Grey's eyes. With a slow exhale, he drilled underground and rested.
