We had left the suspended diamond cooking platforms and the weeping, celebrating crowds far behind us. High-Chef Vane was undoubtedly still being paraded through the volcanic terraces as a culinary deity, entirely oblivious to the fact that his masterpiece was the result of a highly localized, spatial hijacking.
"This will do."
I murmured, my voice perfectly calm as I halted our ascent.
We touched down on a wide, remarkably flat plateau of cooling obsidian that jutted out directly over the open trench. It offered a flawless, unobstructed view of the dark water below and the distant, fading crimson glow of the city behind us.
"That was merely an appetiser,"
Luna corrected smoothly, not bothering to open her eyes.
"Austin promised a multi-course feast. He possesses the Crystalline Flame-Pepper oil, the Void-Truffle you acquired at the auction, and a net full of glowing spice-shrimp. I expect to be immobilized by the end of this hour."
"She is entirely correct."
