Arriving back at their camp, Damon's mouth hung open in surprise upon seeing a pile of dead animals. He slowly glanced at Mikha'el for her to give an explanation.
"I'm bored waiting for you, and I got hungry," Mikha'el shrugged as it was normal for her.
"I understand, but isn't that too much?" Damon pointed at the pile. "We can't eat that all in one sitting!"
"I can," Mikha'el replied nonchalantly, licking her sharp teeth.
"Surely we can't finish all of that," Damon muttered sternly, eyeing the heap of carcasses.
Mikha'el grinned mischievously, her sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Speak for yourself. I have quite the appetite."
"Let's try to preserve some for later," Damon suggested, attempting to maintain a semblance of practicality in the face of Mikha'el's predatory instincts. "We should conserve our resources."
"I can always hunt for more," Mikha'el merely shrugged, seemingly unfazed by Damon's concerns. She picked up one of the smaller animals and effortlessly swallowed it whole, relishing the meal with an almost primal delight.
Damon's mouth hung open in shock. He knew Dragons were quite brutal, but seeing it happening before him brought a shiver down his spine.
Despite his initial shock, Damon shook his head and composed himself.
"Don't eat it raw. Even though you're a Dragon, and that's your nature. You need to act decent fitted a girl group member," Damon stated and went to his camp.
"Alright," Mikha'el followed and stopped herself from eating another one. She stared as Damon fetched new wooden sticks on the ground and restarted the bonfire.
"Mikha'el, I'm wondering if you produce fire or wind as your blast?" Damon asked curiously as Mikha'el was a Wind Dragon, but he only knew about them blasting flames to burn their enemies to dust.
"Oh, I can't produce fire. I'm Dragon of the Wind, remember?" Mikha'el answered and looked at Damon as if he was stupid for not knowing.
"Ah, really? That's amazing," Damon complimented with a gentle smile.
Mikha'el shrugged and watched what Damon was doing. She was bored, after all.
Damon proceeded to pick a dead deer and tried his best not to puke as he cleaned and gutted it out.
"Ugh, I hate this," Damon muttered in the middle of washing away the blood.
"I can eat it raw," Mikha'el replied, thinking Damon only did it for her.
"I know, but I can't eat raw," Damon replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I forgot. My bad," Mikha'el laughed before slumping down to the ground.
Damon took out the ingredients he had bought before from his inventory and placed them on the ground. He was finally done with the meat, and it was ready to be cooked.
"You really amused me, Damon," Mikha'el stated with a delightful look.
"And why is that?" Damon replied without looking at Mikha'el and started seasoning the meat.
"I don't know. Maybe because you're not from Tarynla," Mikha'el stated and huffed a breath that nearly killed the bonfire.
Damon paused and stared at Mikha'el. She was the only one outside the Obsidian Order that knew his real identity. His heart skipped a beat as it was the first time they finally addressed that topic.
"Does that bother you?" Damon asked softly, testing the waters to see if Mikha'el had opinions about it.
Mikha'el's eyes held a flicker of intrigue as she observed Damon, her expression unreadable. The crackling of the fire filled the silence between them as if waiting for her response.
"Bother me? Not at all," Mikha'el finally spoke, her voice carrying resonance. "Your origin intrigues me, Damon. You carry an air of mystery and strength, but that doesn't surprise me. After all, you're not the first one."
Damon felt a subtle tension ease from his shoulders at her response. He remembered Wyverna's words before about him being the Third Descender.
"Do you know the others who came in Tarynla before me?" Damon asked, eager to know the story of the other Descenders.
"I've seen much in my time," Mikha'el continued, gazing into the dancing flames. "But I have forgotten about them, and I don't have the strength to recall those memories."
Damon's curiosity heightened, but he didn't want to force Mikha'el. "Alright, no worries!" he exclaimed, roasting the meat.
"You're good at cooking," Mikha'el stated while staring at Damon.
"I'm not. I'm just using basic survival skills," Damon laughed and was satisfied when the meat brought out a pleasant smell.
"Does survival skills includes spices?" Mikha'el laughed and rolled to the side, causing another wreckage of the ruins.
Damon rolled his eyes and ignored Mikha'el. He focused his attention on the meat to prevent them from burning. It didn't take long before it was done.
"Here's your portion," Damon stated while placing three skewers on the leaf and pushing them toward Mikha'el.
"That won't fill me," Mikha'el whined after seeing tiny pieces of meat.
Damon nodded while staring at his screen. The cool down for Overshadow Transformation was finished, but he couldn't use it earlier since he was busy with the food.
"Don't worry," Damon replied, using the skill and causing Mikha'el to revert to her human form.
"Gosh! What's this smoke? Are you trying to poison me?" Mikha'el complained while stepping away to prevent inhaling the black smoke; it was the magic from the skill.
That was when Mikha'el tripped on a rock and fell face-first.
"AH! Ouch!" Mikha'el screamed, rolling to the side and cupping her face.
Damon hurriedly stood up and went beside Mikha'el. His eyes widened, witnessing she was naked again. "Are you okay?"
"No! My nose hurts!" Mikha'el cried out while holding her bleeding nose. She felt wetness on her finger, but when she looked at what it was, she saw a pair of hands tainted with red. "AHHHH!" she screamed.
"What's wrong!?" Damon asked while removing his clothes and placing them on top of Mikha'el to cover her body.
"I-I'm human! Again!" Mikha'el sat up hurriedly, ignoring the pain, and cupped her cheeks. She sighed in relief while wiping her nose. "This makes everything alright."
Damon shook his head in amusement and patted Mikha'el's head for comfort. "Well then, eat your fill, Mikha'el. After that, you have something to do," he said with an evil grin.