As they got closer and closer, Dipull's head started to hurt. He fell down, his hands itching to just rip out the upper part of his own skull. It felt like someone was hitting his head against stone over and over again. When Dipull tried to open his eyes, he couldn't; the pain was just too much. Several voices whispered in his ear in an unknown language, slowly getting louder and louder and LOUDER until they suddenly stopped, and the headache ceased. Dipull opened his eyes, finding himself surrounded by darkness, almost like he was flying. He turned his head, looking around, but there was no one there.
"Where am I?!"
Dipull panicked, fearing that he would never get out of this strange place. But as the darkness started to recede, moving farther and farther away, he found himself standing before a massive entity, bigger than he could have imagined. It had numerous eyes in numerous places, and its four heads turned around. Before Dipull could do anything, he opened his eyes to find himself back in the carriage, his white blanket wrapped around him, providing warmth against the occasional cold gusts.
"What was that just now?"
Dipull's eyes started to shake as his head still hurt a bit. He put his hand on his temple, feeling around, then let out a deep sigh. Letting go of his white blanket, he stood up and looked around. The carriage had stopped moving.
"Are we finally here?"
Bob came to the back and looked at Dipull.
"We finally made it. Are you prepared to go?"
Dipull nodded, and both of them stepped out of the carriage. As Dipull's gaze rose, he saw that the white powder was still everywhere and still falling from the crystal light blue sky.
"Say, Bob, what's this white powder called?"
"That's snow."
"Snow?"
Dipull had a look of confusion on his face. So this is snow?
"Where do we go now, Bob?"
"Well, we came here to adventure a bit. We should explore."
Bob then brought Vlad with them as the three walked through the snow, looking around the mountains. But there was something watching them. As they walked, Dipull leaned closer to Bob and whispered,
"There's something off. Let's just go—"
Someone appeared before them.
"Greetings, interlopers!"
The figure had a slim build, face paint with blue circles around his eyes and red around his mouth area that looked like a smile. He had pale skin, wore a black coat, black boots, a silver ring on his ring finger, and a bright grin on his face.
"Who are you?"
"You may address me as Mr. Fool. And may I know what our lovely interlopers' names are?"
Mr. Fool asked, bowing his head slightly. Dipull gazed at him with a sharp look, and Bob was also suspicious of this guy.
"Dipull and Bob."
Mr. Fool smiled brightly as he heard their names. With a quick glare, he said,
"Wonderful names!"
As the situation unfolded, meanwhile in the western continent, something was going on in the capital of western Predatoreya. Inside a luxurious-looking villa in the royal district, Agnes was looking at the display of one wing, an angel's wing encased in glass. She then sat down in front of it and said,
"Father said it was bought, but I wonder if this wing has a bigger purpose."
End