Gilgamel's eyes lit up.
He still had a chance to compete.
Thinking of this, he asked again, "Do you know when they expect the secret realm to open?"
"Yesterday I went to The Heritage myself and bought the full report, " Medelien leaned back, tapping her glass with a soft clink: "They say the seal should break in about three months."
The Heritage wasn't just a publisher — it was also a marketplace for all sorts of whispered secrets, and their information was usually far more reliable than other brokers.
"Three months…"
Gilgamel nodded, a plan already spinning behind his eyes. Three months — enough time to make preparations and master new magic spells.
But the urgency soured his appetite. He pushed aside the half-finished bowl of spirit boar stew.
Medelien's eyes softened. She hesitated, swirling the last sip of wine, "Gilgamel… you're really planning to head to Eversnow Mountain yourself?"
