The humanoid led Serena, Aaron, and Max to the dining hall, a grand space adorned with a long, opulent table.
It was a culinary paradise, with an array of delectable dishes that filled the air with their mouthwatering aroma, teasing their senses and making their mouths water involuntarily.
Exhaustion hung heavy on their shoulders; the recent battle had drained them both physically and mentally.
Their footsteps echoed in the vast hall as they approached the table, anticipation mingling with their weariness.
"Welcome. I hope you will enjoy this feast; you all must be hungry. Please, have a seat," Fleet Admiral Cheng, with a commanding presence, spoke with a warm smile.
He gently stroked his beard, his eyes twinkling with hospitality as he occupied the head seat at the table.
Beside him, Drake was already engrossed in his meal. His eyes flickered briefly, acknowledging Aaron and Serena before he returned to his food.
