"Lord Dorian, are you sure that by doing this, we can truly receive the blessing from the god you mentioned?"
"Certainly, don't look up, keep eating."
Within the Deep Sea Tribe.
One after another, demon clans with obvious fish-like characteristics were voraciously devouring the carcasses of demon beasts burned to death by the Mad Fire, resembling some primitive bonfire party.
Some had already eaten their fill, yet for some reason continued to mechanically cram charred pieces of flesh into their mouths, with no visible pleasure from eating, only numb mechanical motions of consuming; all the tribespeople, including the tribe leader Shark, were dining here.
Standing before all the demon clans, Dorian nodded in satisfaction, also picking a charred piece to eat, a look of enjoyment on his face.
Meat roasted by the Mad Fire had a unique flavor, quite addictive.
