Feeling the tiger's skin sufficiently cooked, Ikenga gently floated the tiger out of the bonfire. Its stomach began to split open as if an invisible blade were at work, and soon, the innards spilled out onto the ground near the bonfire. The ground sealed itself after the innards fell, and wooden stands emerged, connecting to the tiger's mouth and butt, making it look like a spit. Small pieces of wood materialized out of thin air, fueling the fire and gradually cooking the tiger.
Ikem couldn't have chosen a more perfect time to wake up, as Ikenga added a pinch of salt to the tiger meat. Feeling his son stirring behind him, Ikenga spoke, "You know the rule?"
Without bothering to respond to his stern father, Ikem stood and walked up to the meat, easily tearing a handful off the bone. They ate in silence, with Ikem consuming the most, as he needed the energy.
