A man sat on a chair in the cosmic palace. The man was Lucien Dolos, but he was not in the best of moods as of now for a lot had happened. The white room needed protection against Ken and he did not want to give the secrets inside of it to Thel either, but what could be done? He would need a plan, a smart one if he was to succeed. Perhaps if he were to ask the other head of the Mechera empire for permission he could do this without problems.
So he pulled out his galaxy phone and attempted to call up Gregory, having his personal number thanks to the mark, which never left his side. For he had his own projects that he was working on, a scheme that would eventually pay off for him if he played his cards right.
Waiting until it finished ringing, Lucien said over the phone to Gregory. "I need your help with something."
