Moments of Peace Before the Storm

Eric could not stop the tears from falling down his face as he stuffed his mouth with food.

It had been so long since he tasted real food, not the rotten meat of some monster.

This was real food, and not only that, it was clear that it had been made by a master chef.

Eric didn't pay attention to his surroundings as he ate, unwilling to let anything—not even the gods themselves—disrupt his meal.

The texture of the turkey skin, the vegetables that had been cooked under perfect conditions for just the right amount of time—this feast was simply out of this world.

The aroma in the air made Eric's already starving body somehow even hungrier.

And seeing Aria, who was sitting next to him, devouring her food with the same kind of intensity, maybe even more so, it was clear that he wasn't the only one who felt this way.

In just a dozen minutes, the turkey was gone, not even bones were left from the masterfully cooked animal.