He walked toward the grill where embers still glowed. Several slabs of roasted meat remained, preserved by the leftover heat. Without ceremony, he conjured four wooden boxes, each sturdy and simple.
The meat divided itself cleanly, portions settling neatly within the containers.
At the same time, a barrel floated toward himt, he last of Ikem's experimental brew. Its surface shimmered faintly, the liquid within still humming with potency.
Ikenga placed a hand upon it.
Then he stepped forward and vanished.
Ikem at this time was managing his realm alongside Bara, carefully dealing with the still many steady streams of unrefined faith energy left behind from Tide's incident. The energy no longer surged violently as it once had, but it remained dense and unprocessed, flowing like an endless current through the foundation of his domain. It required attention. Patience. Structure.
