[Gilgamesh comes strolling out to greet him, then places a finger to the man's lips, gesturing to the sky.
Above their heads, a series of portals open up. Golden ones, ones that Masamune won't recognize as they belong to Gilgamesh himself rather than functioning as part of the world. And from those portals, guided by a wordless whisper, snow begins to fall across the sandy landscape.
It's accompanied by a blast of chill, as well, as there's no "snow machine" without the cold behind it. So for a brief time, Masamune will feel relief, and he will know Gilgamesh as a person who kept his word. Just as he said, he makes it snow, and thus turns the desert into his own winter wonderland.
That smooth little smile of his never fades, as if he knew all along that this would be the outcome. Because he did.]
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Above their heads, a series of portals open up. Golden ones, ones that Masamune won't recognize as they belong to Gilgamesh himself rather than functioning as part of the world. And from those portals, guided by a wordless whisper, snow begins to fall across the sandy landscape.
It's accompanied by a blast of chill, as well, as there's no "snow machine" without the cold behind it. So for a brief time, Masamune will feel relief, and he will know Gilgamesh as a person who kept his word. Just as he said, he makes it snow, and thus turns the desert into his own winter wonderland.
That smooth little smile of his never fades, as if he knew all along that this would be the outcome. Because he did.]