Morning came, and the first rays of sunlight painted the walls of the compound gold.
By the time the sun had fully risen, the entire camp was already buzzing with life.
Fires crackled, iron pots steamed, and the rich aroma of roasted meat filled the air.
Riley had given a rare order—to prepare the best meal possible with everything they had.
It wasn't just breakfast; it was a feast.
The long tables overflowed with freshly baked bread, golden fruits, and thick cuts of seasoned meat that sizzled and dripped with fat.
Even the most disciplined warriors couldn't help but smile as they ate.
"It's like a festival," one disciple said, grinning as he tore into a juicy piece of meat.
"Haven't seen everyone this busy since the time we first arrived in this immortal realms."
"Festival? More like a farewell feast," another joked while turning a spit over the open flame.
The meat hissed as he brushed it with oil.
"Maybe this is our last meal."
