The Feast

"Sit, don't be shy," the Sovereign of Gluttony said, materializing a chair and pushing it over to Neraxis.

"What's your plan here? You want to finish what you started?" Neraxis asked with narrowed eyes.

The situation had turned out for the worse. He wasn't even sure when he had entered this mind realm, as the change had been instant.

From the looks of things, Evangeline wasn't sure either.

[I... I don't understand. The invite was supposed to uphold the rules of the system... Even if they can manipulate it to a large extent.] Evangeline muttered, trailing off. [...I don't know.]

I don't understand it either, Evangeline. It's already done, so no need to think too much about it, Neraxis assured.

All the while, the Sovereign of Gluttony went over and sat on the other side of the giant round table before speaking. "I have genuinely invited you to talk. My curiosity has hit an all-time high, after all."