At the feast, people drank and made merry.
The Bear Demon, who had been slouched alone behind a banquet table furiously gnawing on a roasted leg, suddenly stood up. Sticking his belly out, he walked to an open space in the center of the feast. With a wave of his hand, a set of large drums materialized before him.
Wielding a Demon Beast femur that he had picked completely clean, the Bear Demon struck the drumhead with wild abandon.
DONG!
A deep, piercing drumbeat rang out. For an instant, it was like the roar of a primordial beast from beneath a ten-thousand-year-old glacier, echoing in everyone's ears.
Across the small lake, the other guests in the garden heard the sound and couldn't help but turn their heads, their gazes all landing on the Bear Demon at the center of the festivities.
The Bear Demon laughed heartily as he beat the drum. "We're three rounds in! Time for this old bear to liven things up! Hahaha!"
DONG DONG DONG!
