Chapter 78 Rage
The flavors that exploded in her mouth were nothing short of divine, each one more vivid and complex than anything she had ever tasted before.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her hand hovering over her plate as she tried to process the experience.
It was as if every meal she had ever eaten before this moment had been a pale, lifeless imitation of real food.
Compared to the dish in front of her now, it was no exaggeration to say that everything she had consumed in her life was nothing more than rotten trash.
Her initial surprise gave way to a growing hunger, one that seemed to rise from the depths of her being.
She hesitated for only a moment longer before taking another bite, then another, each one more fervent than the last.
The food was impossible to resist. Its texture, its aroma, the way it melted on her tongue—it felt like a banquet crafted by the gods themselves.