The chaos of the buffet hadn't slowed down.
If anything, it had evolved.
Nibbles was now dual-wielding chicken wings while riding on the corrupt panther's back, the two of them acting like some bizarre cavalry unit raiding the dessert table.
Graye had ditched her helmet entirely; cheeks puffed out with so much roast meat, she looked like she was trying to smuggle ham.
Siris was sitting cross-legged on the table itself, holding a pie in each hand like she was deciding which one to throw at someone's face.
The dragon's gaze swept over the scene with a mixture of awe and mild horror.
They didn't eat like mortals.
They ate like… like things that had been starved for a millennium, cursed with bottomless stomachs, and maybe some deep-seated emotional trauma.
Finally, her molten eyes turned to the only two who weren't currently ravaging the buffet: Raven and Lia, seated calmly before her.
