Raknat had taken the phrase "make yourself at home" a little too literally. Casually sprawled on a mat, he mirrored Cliff's posture, supporting his head with one hand. The two men shared a simple yet flavorful meal: well-roasted demon meat.
Cliff was the first to break the silence. After tearing off a piece of meat with his teeth, he chewed slowly before swallowing with satisfaction.
"So, do you enjoy our cooking? The best chefs don't come to war zones, but I made sure to bring a few along."
Raknat smirked with amusement. "You don't need to worry about such trivial details. I've long wanted to taste demi-human cuisine. Honestly, it's stunning."
A proud smile lit up Cliff's face. He tore another piece of meat, bringing it to his mouth with evident pleasure. Each bite seemed to deliver an explosion of flavors that he savored with closed eyes, as if to prolong the moment.
