The feast had transformed the Landship's grand hall into a stage of liveliness, where tables stretched endlessly, heavy with platters of meticulously prepared dishes.
The glow of artificial lights, set to mimic the warmth of a sun long lost to Carcosa's skies, illuminated the gathered bastioneers, Heavenly Maids, and Duolos, their voices rising in a symphony of conversation, laughter, and the occasional challenge thrown across the tables.
For all the time spent enduring Carcosa's unrelenting dangers, this was the well-earned break they needed.
In one section of the hall, a few bastioneers had organized an impromptu competition over who could devour the most grilled meat skewers in under five minutes—though it quickly devolved into a battle of endurance rather than speed, as several of them realized just how overwhelmingly rich and spice-laden the dish was.
