"Who'd knew something this vulgar in appearance, could have such a profound taste. I have been enlightened." Leon patted his belly in satisfaction.
"Your Highness, if we keep up this level of consumption, we won't be able to last long. For this meal, we have used up five carcasses." Zorbek reminded.
Leon glanced at the pile of black exoskeletons. All the unused inwards and dripping blood have been reduced to ashes to eliminate foul smell.
"That's true. We need to exercise self-restraint from this point onwards." Leon nodded, before asking, "What's the progress on—"
Suddenly, an audible stomach rumble was heard.
"Ugh…"
Damir groaned. He clutched his stomach and paled with cold sweat.
"What's the matter with you, Damir? Are you not feeling well?" Marcus asked with surprise.
"I… I can't hold it anymore. I gotta go!" Damir roared, startling the group.