Before he could finish, Longzel and the others' expressions had already turned grave.
"You mean we'll be trapped in this damned Book World for the rest of our lives?"
Mobet corrected him. "No, not for the rest of our lives. We'll be trapped here for endless ages. Have you forgotten that time on our bodies has already stagnated?"
"Shut up!" Shatas roared irritably.
Mobet shrugged and closed his mouth.
The scene fell silent for several seconds before Klein took the initiative to speak. "Perhaps we should find another place to talk. There must be a way to solve this problem among the twenty-two Beyonder Pathways. This door probably won't disappear anytime soon."
As he spoke, he took out a gold coin, tossed it into the air, and performed a simple divination.
Seeing him toss the coin, Mobet asked curiously, "You can divine? What was the result?"
"This door won't disappear until someone passes through it."
After receiving the answer, Mobet immediately suggested, "Let's talk in the camp. It's freezing out here."
The others glanced at the double doors covered in snow, then nodded.
Inside the spacious cave illuminated by the campfire, everyone sat in a circle, though they were clearly divided into two groups.
Dressed in exaggerated, asymmetrical clothing, Mobet stood and gave everyone a somewhat ancient salute. Then, smiling warmly, he introduced himself and his companions to Cyril and the others. "My name is Mobet, Mobet Zoroast. I used to be a noble of the Solomon Empire. Now... the tale of slaying the evil dragon has ended. I suppose I'm nothing more than a pitiful man trapped in a book."
Although he said that, there was not much sorrow on his face. He seemed fairly content with life in the Book World.
Cyril examined him curiously. Aside from his