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The others left first, telling him that they're going to wait for him at the ship...his ship, the one that his father gifted to him a few years ago.
Knowing that they'd be comfortable there, Gerald was at ease. And so, as soon as he sensed that they'd returned there, he bolted.
Neither the cold nor the deep blanket of snow hindered his speed. He essentially turned into a streak of light, crossing great distances in the blink of an eye.
This shows just how much he had been holding back for the sake of not demoralizing his friends. Because if Gerald truly wanted to, he could've arrived at the core area of these inheritance grounds much, much earlier.
He could've even taken the rest with him. The only reason he didn't was because it's not proper.
