Inside the command tent, Ethan surveyed the crates strewn across the ground, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. The two old-timers hadn't held anything back—every last supply box was accounted for. He ordered his men to move the crates outside for sorting, then leaned in to whisper something to one of the battalion leaders. With a wave, he invited Vogemoth and Gilded Blaze to sit, before turning his full attention to the roasted beast sizzling at the center of the tent.
It was no ordinary meal. This was a rare delicacy from Earth, a breed of lamb none of the others had ever seen. The whole creature was roasted to a perfect golden-brown, its charred skin glistening under the tent's soft lighting. Ethan, sleeves rolled up, was carefully brushing a glaze of honey across the crisp surface, his motions practiced and precise.
