Fortunately, Ian had no intention of dancing either, as the people here danced in a rather unrestrained manner, completely different in style from the elegant dances favored by the British.
Moreover.
Their dance steps became increasingly absurd, some began to mimic the dance moves of Fantastic Beasts, resulting in a collective scene of people tripping over, which made Ian laugh out loud. The food area was even more bustling. Odin's small figure darted among the long tables, with food piled higher than his head in his hands.
"Ian, look!"
The little boy's cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hoarding food, "I ate ten Thunder Lizard steaks! Twenty Shining Clam meatballs!"
He raised his greasy little hands to demonstrate.
"When I grow as strong as King Kong, I'll surely become a Wizard!"
Indeed.
The little boy named Odin, still hadn't forgotten his dream of becoming a Wizard, showing a slight difference from the usual fleeting passions of most kids.
Xiao Ya was relatively more refined, but she also held a plate piled like a small mountain with food. She was patiently cutting Flaming Mushrooms into small pieces to feed the juvenile Fire Fox perched on her shoulder—it's someone else's partner, lured over by Xiao Ya with food to pet, and each bite it took would adorably spray sparks from its ears.
"Eat slowly." Ian ruffled Odin's curly hair, "Be careful not to overeat..."
Before he finished speaking, the little boy already burped loudly, spewing a small cloud that popped a mini lightning bolt above his head—obviously he had eaten food cooked with Magic Potion Materials.
From the restaurant of that old man before. The people around laughed heartily, and several children immediately started imitating, causing the frequent appearance of colorful small weather phenomena above the celebration.
The night deepened.
Flames reflected the joyful faces. Although the houses were half-destroyed, people still gathered in circles, dancing, jumping, and indulging in festivities to the beat of drums.
Someone began to sing an ancient ballad, their singing mingling with laughter, echoing over the island. The sky lit with a tinge of dawn white, as daybreak quietly arrived.
The revelry gradually calmed with the arrival of daylight.
The crowd had stayed up all night.
Despite having experienced battles and injuries.
They still appeared full of energy.
Of course.
Ian was no longer surprised by this.
Only the children felt the normal fatigue. The remaining embers of the building ruins had become warm charcoal piles, with several elders along with their rock-elemental companions beginning to plan reconstruction strategies; children snuggled next to their Elf partners sleeping soundly; even the most energetic Odin lay on King Kong's hairy back snoring away.
Ian stood on the remains of the town clock tower.
Gazing at the gradually brightening sky.
The storm shield in the morning light had a translucent texture, like a mirage ready to disperse. He stroked the Herbal Pouch in his arms, then looked down at the townspeople sleeping haphazardly below.
"What happened here feels so dreamlike." Ian looked towards the distant sea, where the tide shimmered with soft silver in the morning glow.
Just then.
He saw far out at sea.
Where dawn and azure waves met.
A golden-red figure gradually emerged. Initially just a blurry silhouette, then those massive wings unfolded in the sunrise, like burning clouds sweeping across the sky.
"Hiss, Phoenix?"
Ian rubbed his eyes.
Realizing he wasn't mistaken.
The Phoenix, larger than an airplane, indeed spread its wings as it approached from afar.