Henry had found his sister, and Fallen Star Squad had just gained a new member—definitely cause for celebration.
Apart from the dishes Emily and Mia whipped up in the kitchen, Ethan pulled out drinks, wine, fresh fruit, and snacks from his spatial storage ring.
Ever since they'd gotten their hands on that ring, the quality of life in Fallen Star Squad had leveled up like crazy.
And Ethan's space ring? Practically a bottomless pantry. Anything you could think of—he had it. And with preserved storage keeping things fresh indefinitely, he'd long since gotten in the habit of stuffing it full of anything useful.
Looking at the feast spread out across the table, Emily's brain short-circuited for a moment.
Is this really the apocalypse? She blinked in disbelief. It felt more like Thanksgiving than the end of the world.
Back in Silverfox Squad, having basic rations every day already felt like a luxury. Seeing this now... that squad might as well have been living in a slum.
