"The Monelay have failed."
The Great Udon's grin didn't shift, though the shadows gathered around the edges of his floating mask seemed to thicken slightly. "That's a rather dramatic assessment. They've certainly fucked up more than once, but I was under the impression that was practically a qualification for Hosting."
"This is no longer a matter of individual failures."
The projection changed, displaying fragments of Grey's progression through the Games, from his earliest Frames to the five chains that had just turned two Infernal Princes into unwilling teaching tools.
Images layered over one another until Linear, Resonant, Recursive, and Branching symbols floated side by side around Grey's silhouette, each one representing something that should have been difficult enough for a Candidate to build an entire Path around.
