In the hazy night, the grand banquet finally began.
Huge bonfires cast dancing shadows, and the freshly cut stumps of date palms reflected a painful white light.
Even though the water sources in the oasis lakes had been thoroughly contaminated, the vast logistical capabilities of Feilengcui still ensured a smooth supply of fresh water. Maids fluttered about under date palms lit with lanterns, serving ready meals on the tables, while Hobbit Halfling chefs from the land of cuisine worked diligently at preparing wild donkeys.
The entire Expeditionary Army had been delayed by a day on the road, all for the purpose of hunting wild donkeys.
Huge herds of wild donkeys appeared in the desert, and no one knew how these animals survived in the lifeless sands. They were like the Donau Wasteland after a wildfire, greening once again with a spring breeze; they were like worms frozen under snow, enduring the harshest natural conditions without extinction.
