Little Schemer

Dyon took another step forward and the greyish black land beneath him moved once again, gliding along with his gait. 

"Big brother, hold on." 

The First White Mother's words caused Dyon's steps to pause. Why was this mischievous little girl causing trouble again? Couldn't she tell how time sensitive this situation was? Maybe it was only Dyon who could refer to the First White Mother as a little girl. 

Dyon, though, still looked over to see what this little sister of his wanted. Who asked him to be such a doting elder brother? 

"… Do you really not know why Gilpin hated you so much?" 

Dyon was speechless. She was asking this question now despite the situation? Was she trying to give these Immortal Gods an opportunity to escape? 

Dyon sighed. "I didn't know before, but I know now. I saw his memories after I used [Devour] on him." 

"Oo? Tell me, tell me."