Brightly colored fruits and glasses of fruit juices adorned the wide table. Vandier swallowed hard as his gaze swept the table. There were peaches, apples, and other juicy fruits brilliantly placed in the woven baskets.
"My stomach has seen what it wants," Midel eyed the peaches. Elder Iba chuckled at his declaration and Fourteen also giggled at the side.
"These are all we can offer you, but you are our guests, so please help yourselves." Elder Iba said.
"The Grand Oracle paid you a visit?" Yllana asked while picking up an apple from the basket. The others started to grab other fruits too.
"He did not. He appeared in foresight and sent a message through the oracles. He said that you must not go to the Beastlands. As for your curse, it leads to two possible futures. There are no specifics, but one thing is for sure, your fate is tied to the next demon king."
