After securing what he came for, Gilgamel finally left Mirage's home.
The air outside was once again filled with biting cold, and snow stretched endlessly in every direction. Above his head, however, rested something that completely ruined his serious image—a green turtle, lazily sprawled across his hair as if it owned the world.
Gilgamel sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I get it—you want to follow me. But could you at least change into another form?"
What he saw was still Mirage's true, colorful, cloud-like body. But to others, Mirage's illusion would appear exactly as it wished—right now, a ridiculous green turtle perched proudly on his head.
"Watch your mouth, human!" Mirage said in an offended tone, "I'm not following you. It's you who should be honored to be my follower!"
Gilgamel rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say. Still, can you please change forms? The white fox from earlier was much cuter."
"Absolutely not," Mirage said flatly, "I never take the same form twice."
