The sun began to descend on the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the vast tournament complex. Ethan walked leisurely towards the restaurant area, flanked by his five wives. They had already finished their battles for the day, and although there were still people participating, the free time was welcome for them.
"What would you like to eat?" Ethan asked, intertwining his hand with Yassmin's.
"Something light," Lyra replied, stretching her arms to relax. "I don't want to be too full for tomorrow."
"I could eat a full banquet," joked Aracne, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "After all, I need to replenish my strength."
"As long as it's tasty, I'm fine with anything," Neith added, her tone as serene as always.
