Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

The sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue.


A familiar taste of refreshment and sweetness instantly filled his mouth.


The nearly depleted satiety rapidly increased.


Wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.


At the same time, the enormous meteorite seemed to have shrunk a size.


With the segment of the green flute in his mouth, Jason pulled instinctively.


Immediately, the 'Flute of Celereks' was pulled out.


Cracks started to spread from the point of extraction.


In the clear sounds of something brittle breaking, the noticeably shrunken meteorite crumbled apart.


Jason, with the 'Flute of Celereks' in his mouth, was taken aback.


He had already braced himself to endure the crushing weight of the meteorite, ready to be shattered to pieces once again.


But he was soon distracted by the allure of the delightful food.


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