The morning sun rose over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the rugged path to the Ember Citadel. Victor, now walking alongside Lyra and her team of adventurers, felt a mix of excitement and curiosity. He had heard of the Citadel in passing—a thriving fortress nestled in the heart of volcanic lands, known for its legendary markets, rare ingredients, and unique culture.
The journey was uneventful at first, save for Theo's incessant chatter.
"So, Victor," Theo began, adjusting his mage's robes, "you've cooked Flameback Boar. What's next? Maybe something even spicier? Or—wait—do you think you could cook a Magma Serpent?"
Victor smirked, shaking his head. "Cooking a Magma Serpent isn't about heat or spice. It's about neutralizing its natural acidity without losing the texture of the meat. Tricky, but doable."
Garret, the burly warrior, snorted. "You're full of surprises, chef. Just make sure you don't burn down the Citadel's kitchens."
