"This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten!"
Their voices filled the area as they devoured the food without restraint. Even the old Dwarves were grinning like children.
Lyra kept serving more plates, but every time she passed by the pot, she sneakily grabbed a piece of meat for herself. She chewed happily while continuing to work.
Nolan smiled slightly as he watched them through the gap.
Damian frowned hard.
"Hey—how come she gets to eat meat? I also want some…"
"No," Nolan said calmly without turning. "You don't. Let's wait until they're all full. Until every Dwarf here finishes eating."
Damian pouted silently but nodded.
Nolan's eyes narrowed.
"Tonight—or in fact, tomorrow…" Nolan said, voice becoming cold and sharp as steel, "you all are going to strike."
Damian straightened.
"Yes, Master…" he said, his voice deep, his aura rising like a black flame.
His eyes glowed with killing intent.
