Chapter 95: Surviving the Demon Continent
Ruthar gulped, eyeing the fairly roasted meat on a rock-like plate. The scent was enticing, a rare comfort in their hellish surroundings. His mouth watered, but as soon as the meat touched his tongue, he spat it out with disgust.
"Damn! There's no difference between this thing and goat shit!" he complained, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of sheer revulsion etched on his face.
Hevin, however, continued to eat modestly, her expression neutral despite the taste. She took another bite, chewing slowly, her gaze distant as if her thoughts were elsewhere.
"We haven't eaten for two days," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of their dire situation. "Are you prepared to starve, or do you want to survive?"
