"Gurgle gurgle," in the crystal energy stove, the thick soup gradually bubbled up, emitting a buttery aroma. Small chunks of grey-brown meat rolled in the soup, accompanied by the brown tubers of Warren vine. The soup stirred, with its steaming heat slowly rising from the pot and spiraling towards the roof of the cave. A few girls laid next to the crystal energy stove, propped on their arms, staring blankly at the crystals shimmering like stars on the high cave ceiling. In Pannis's hand was a yvelin root as thick as the leg of a child. His knife skillfully glided across it, peeling off the thick skin and revealing the tender, white, fleshy parts inside.