Eryth Vs Izalith

Some hours later, majestic tears fell from my eyes as I ogled the two prime tomahawks Eryth had prepared. Sizzling over the grill, the scent of rosemary, thyme, garlic, butter, lime, onion, smoked paprika, and black pepper billowed through the camp. He tapped the two steaks, checking their tenderness, and nodded. Watching the sizzling fat drip from every crevice of the steak. 

"It's ready. Just needs to wait for a few minutes. What… why are you crying?" He hurriedly asked. 

Sniffling, the divine scent kissed my nose. And tears streamed down my cheeks as my stomach gave a fierce growl. Turning my cheeks scarlet as I saw the look of amazement plastered over Eryths stupid face. 

Big dummy. Don't look at Iza!

"My God. I think I just felt the continent move." 

My head dropped. But I was quite determined. Nothing was going to stop Iza from getting hers.