The Contamination (End) The Other Product

The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow across the camp as the group lounged around, the tension of the earlier battle melting into a comfortable haze. Estella sighed and leaned back against her pack, her expression a mixture of disbelief and contentment.

"I'm stuffed," she admitted, rubbing her stomach.

"I didn't think it'd be this good."

Vyrelda wiped her mouth with a cloth, her usual stern demeanor softened by the meal.

"You managed to make monster meat better than rations. A rare feat."

Cerys gave a single nod, her emerald eyes glancing at the empty bowl in her lap.

"I overate." Her stoic voice carried a hint of reluctant admiration, though she quickly added, "Don't let it get to your head."

Mikhailis chuckled softly, leaning back on his hands as he surveyed the group.

They act tough, but even the Lone Wolf can't resist my culinary genius.