Michael woke up the day after the feast to honor the deceased. The last thing he could remember was to fill his stomach with food equal to or higher than his own weight. It had been heavenly.
Relieved that his subjects took the news of the disaster in the Elementals Cave much better than he could have hoped for, Michael turned into the incarnation of gluttony. He was like a starving beast, devouring a portion of all dishes like there was no tomorrow. The feast to honor the deceased had been too good and sumptuous.
After eating way too much, Michael ought to feel like dying once he woke up. But Michael didn't feel stuffy or bloated. If anything, he felt quite good.
His headache was no longer there to annoy him, and he was full of energy.
"Should I start Extracting now?" Michael asked himself as he left the bed to get a quick bath.
