Kaedros finally woke up.
Kaedros glanced around at the hundreds of corpses strewn across the floor, some were high-ranking, and he knew it was worth a great deal.
And the three-headed beast he'd slain? Easily the most valuable here.
Suddenly, the room shuddered. A vast presence settled over them, locking on like a hawk. From above, a few of Chef's prized fruits and several jugs of clear lake water drifted down to rest before them.
"What…?" Taria murmured as the items settled on the floor. "Is the Castle… thanking us?"
A deep rumble, half-grumble, half-laugh, rolled through the air like mountains speaking, then the presence vanished.
They didn't question it further. They ignored the single paper-wrapped object among the offerings, focusing on the food and drink.
The fruit was Chef's own creation, one bite restored their strength and mana began flowing back into them like fresh spring water.
