That night, Ethan and the others ate a huge, lavish dinner inside the mansion.
Miles hadn't been exaggerating—those chefs he'd hired were the real deal. Honestly, they were even better than Ethan. Everybody ate until they couldn't stuff in another bite.
It wasn't like they'd been starving since the apocalypse started, but a meal this good? This was a first.
"Man… that was incredible," Big Mike said, rubbing his stomach.
"Feeling satisfied?" Ethan laughed. "Then later you're cleaning up the dishes."
"Isn't that what the cooks are for?"
"They just cooked you a feast like that, and you've got the nerve to make them wash up too?"
"…"
After eating and drinking their fill, everyone turned in early.
In the middle of the night, they all climbed out of bed again and headed up to the rooftop to stargaze and absorb mysterious energy, pushing their Tiers higher.
