The disciples all froze mid-bite after hearing what their Master had just said.
Rynar swallowed hard. "Another surprise...?"
Rynor frowned, his face twitching. "Please tell me it's dessert and not... training."
Garion's grin widened. "You'll find out soon enough. Finish your plates first."
Dahlia groaned, rubbing her forehead. "Every time he smiles like that, something bad will always happen."
The disciples exchanged uneasy glances, but despite their fear, they kept eating.
The food burned their tongues, their lips felt like fire, yet somehow they couldn't stop.
After a few minutes, the restaurant filled with the sound of clattering plates and heavy breathing.
Everyone slumped in their seats, sweat dripping down their faces.
Then, suddenly, a strange feeling washed over them.
Rynor blinked, staring at his arm. "Wait... what the hell?"
The glowing green veins from poison began to fade before his eyes.
