Dean, Gilgamel, Dodo, and Flurry continued their journey through the bone-white trails of Eversnow Mountain. Snowflakes fell lazily from the sky, dancing through the air like tiny feathers, while the wind whispered across the jagged cliffs in a low, ghostly hum.
Despite the serene atmosphere, an invisible weight hung over the group — the kind of silence that wasn't just quiet, but expectant.
Gilgamel glanced toward Dean's back.
They had already left the fragment of the secret realm some time ago, yet Dean hadn't asked a single question. Not about how Gilgamel had escaped the pink mist so quickly. Not about what reward he'd gotten.
It was strange.
He acted like nothing had happened at all.
Wasn't he curious?
Gilgamel frowned slightly, brows twitching as the silence stretched on.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Gilgamel cleared his throat and asked, "Senior Dean… aren't you even a little curious how I got out of the pink mist so quickly?"
