"To think that my newfound skill landed us a scrumptious lunch~!"
"We already located that bird before you even used that skill," Azulus said with her deadpan.
"I guess it gives us a reason to feed you, in a way." Samael smirked.
"Come on, let me celebrate my own illusion of contribution!" Kivas cried.
The bird-like Voidlings sizzled over the fire, their featherless forms skewered on makeshift metal rods scavenged from fractured bone-like materials of the trees in this biome.
Their blood had been unusually viscous, nearly gelatinous, and drained with surgical efficiency before cooking. Despite their grotesque nature, the meat darkened into a proper char, scentless but warm.
No lingering curses, no residual psychic danger.
They were edible.
"Mhm~!"
"Mmm."
"..."
The three of them sat around the low campfire, the forest of bone-barked trees encircling their encampment like skeletal sentinels.
