That evening, the mansion was quiet, but the tension between the three champions was heavy.
They had been chosen, rewarded, and promised Gate Stones, yet something about Galatea's words didn't seem to make sense…
Asad sat near the window with his cloak draped loosely over his shoulders.
He seemed thoughtful, but his tone carried irritation.
"I don't like this," he muttered. "We're just following Galatea's words blindly… It feels as if she says jump, and everyone jumps. She says fight, and everyone fights. And now she wants us to walk into some pocket dimension where the System doesn't even work? That's not a mission… that's suicide."
