Xane looked up to see a large tapestry that looked like a commercial. What shocked him was the person he saw

“Who is that?” Xane asked someone standing next to him.

“Are you stupid that is the queen. Ohh must be a foreigner. Love the queen but her decision to allow your kind in here is-”

“No, I mean who is she? The one standing next to the queen.”

“Oh that.” She sounded slightly disgusted by the question.” That sir is the queen's daughter. Adopted daughter. Her name is Siren. Only good thing about her is her voice. It sounds like angels singing. But a non-human being part of the royal bloodline isn’t right. This is her marriage ceremony, you know. God forbid she is marrying at such an old age. May I say-”

Xane stopped listening to the lady transfixed with the image in front of him. He was so shocked he couldn’t think. She looked much older. At least 8-10 years older. He didn’t know how he felt about it. He was happy and sad. He was so transfixed he didn’t notice Lyenn hop up to him with snacks in hand. “Oh Me! Is having a body the best. I can eat. And taste. Calrin had me buy these. Nothing like this delicacy existed back then.” As she was chewing she spoke more. “You ould ave some. Merry ood.” As if just realizing Xane’s obsession she too looked up. Whatever was left of her snack falling from her mouth. She spoke in his mind so only he could hear. Only Xane and Lyenn knew who that was. And Xane couldn’t even form the words in his own mind. Lyenn didn’t have that problem. “Is that Sierra?”

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Garrith Markins watched as his Lord was defeated. Garrith was far too old to fight with the Lord. So he stayed back, readying an escape talisman to get him and the Lord if possible. Garrith didn’t need the Lord to continue his work. The orcs and minotaurs already have an interest in his line of work. They’ll have more than enough funds.

Before he left he noticed something. When the one known as Xane. Bearer of the God of the Ocean was almost killed. His weapon was kicked to the side. Truth be told the only reason Garrith hadn’t left yet was due to the fascination with that weapon. It was powerful and seemed to be able to shoot metal objects at high speeds.

He had never seen anything like it. He had never even thought of something like it. Already ideas were coming to him before he saw the weapon left alone in the sand. Didn’t even wait to see if the Lord would win. In fact he didn’t think of the Lord again as he picked it up and winked away.

Ugdi Buuo was the chief of his warband. They were getting a great honor. Partaking in the feast of gods. They had done their Warchief proud. And would be given such a grand gift.

The Warpriest with their flowing robes of bones walked with purpose as she held a plate with small bits of meat on it. So small that none would call it a feast. Yet it was all that was served.

None complained as they picked up the small slice of flesh and ate it. All growing in power as the magic coursed through them. The Warcheif grinned as his arm grew in power.

The Warpriest walked away. They needed to prepare the next batch. Though it took a while for the next batch to be ready. It took a while for what was eaten to grow back. But each time the Warpriest took a small imperceptible piece for themselves. And grew stronger.