The sun rose slowly and pale over Eversnow Mountain, brushing the jagged peaks in a cold gold light.
At the base of the trail, Gilgamel stood with Dodo at his side and Flurry perched on his shoulder, its feathers fluffed up against the chill. Dean stood a few paces ahead, adjusting his gloves, breath misting in the frosty air.
All around them, other wizards gathered in small groups — some tightening cloak straps, others double-checking their gear or haggling with local guides. Everyone had the same idea: get up the mountain, find whatever piece of the broken secret realm they could grab, and come down richer.
Off to the side, Medelien tugged her fur-lined hood up, looking very pleased with herself. She leaned close to Gilgamel and gave him a pat on the arm.
"Good luck, you two. I'll wait right here for good news~" She said sweetly.
Then she shifted her bright grin to Dean, voice dropping into a purr, "Senior Dean, just call me if you need help. I'll definitely come to save you~"
