The cold wind howled.
The Dominating Throne stopped beside the little grove.
Behind a giant Hanging Bell tree, an oversized metal can was steaming, its mixed fragrance wafting through the woods.
Dragon Cypress wielded his Water System Ability with one claw, while commanding the worker ants with the other, having them bore holes into the sliced meat and thread them onto branches.
Ink Orchid tossed the skewered meat into the metal can.
Just a short boil and it would be ready to eat.
Fragrant Cypress, with nothing better to do, gathered all sorts of plant seeds, roots, bark, and leaves, researching ingredients to enhance the soup's aroma—he'd found 37 so far.
The Dominating Throne always kept a small pouch at the ready.
Dragon Cypress and Ink Orchid would never go hungry on their journeys; wherever they traveled, they could always eat the most delicious hot food.
Ink Orchid: "Dragon Cypress, I've been thinking, what should we call this Land of Origin Force?"
