Ch115. Mysteries of the Horizon

The blue fire crackled, its light casting flickering shadows against the rusted metal walls of the chamber. The scent of sizzling meat filled the air, rich and smoky, though the sharp metallic aftertaste of the Revenant flesh still lingered at the edges of Miles' tongue.

He had grown used to it. More than that, he had come to appreciate it, if only because it meant he had survived long enough to eat it without almost gagging on it.

Kurt sat across from him, expertly flipping a charred piece of meat onto a makeshift plate fashioned from scrap metal. He leaned back, smirking as he watched Miles take a bite without hesitation.

"Well, look at you," Kurt drawled, stretching out his legs. "Didn't even flinch this time. I remember when you vehemently refused to eat your first serving of it down here. Now you eat it like it's prime steak."

"You get used to things when starving isn't an option." Miles chewed thoughtfully before swallowing.