The atmosphere in Goldenveil was festive.
Hundreds of first- and second-stage beasts had been captured and slaughtered by the Goldenveil army, while dozens of chefs from the city's finest restaurants had spent the entire night studying unique recipes sent directly from the palace.
There was everything.
Various ways to prepare rice, corn, beans, sauces, and countless side dishes.
There were even ideal methods for cutting and roasting the beast meat, all carefully designed to bring out the best possible flavor and effect.
With more than ten chefs and countless assistants tending to the arena's kitchens, the aroma of what they were preparing—enough food to feed thousands of spectators—soon drifted through the streets of Goldenveil, mingling with the growing buzz of the crowds.
Faelith caught that scent on the breeze as she walked alongside Doran through the gates leading to the noble district.
It was mouthwatering, she had to admit.
