"Is it done…?"
"We eat it…?"
"Hungry."
"Need to eat…"
"Your mouth disgusting. Water coming out."
"Your mouth same."
"You all disgusting."
The first thing that changed the air in the Stonefang quarter… was not words.
It was scent.
Warm steam rose from the pot in slow curls, carrying a smell so… rich and clean that it felt almost unreal in a place like the Heights.
And the moment the Stonefangs smelled it, their bodies reacted. The Divine Rations were different from what these people were used to. Even the Velmourns, who have been consuming the Divine Rations for a while now, were unable to resist its smell—let alone the Stonefangs, who were smelling that captivating scent for the first time.
Their eyes already had this hazy look, almost as if they were losing their minds.
At first, they tried to pretend that they were unaffected.
