The cozy warmth of Eratz's home was a stark contrast to the cloudy, overcast sky outside. Inside, the soft hum of chatter filled the air as Cassie, Roger, Colin, and Milo sat together, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
At the center, Cinderblaze dutifully served tea, his movements oddly precise for a creature of his kind.
When it was Eratz's turn, Cinderblaze smirked as he leaned over with the teapot, his usual mischievous flair in full display. Eratz, unfazed, returned the smile.
"There are exactly 666 water beasts in me. Not very strong, but enough to make a water field spell."
Cinderblaze froze mid-pour, his flames flickering erratically. He let out a strange, nervous laugh, a series of odd guttural noises that made everyone glance at him.
Scratching his head with a clawed hand, the beast quickly resumed serving tea, this time with exaggerated politeness.
Roger shook his head in awe.
