Kapitel 48: Omurice

The sun began to paint the horizon with streaks of gold and pink, heralding the arrival of a new day. As the morning light filtered into the abandoned house, Zane was in his place by the makeshift window, his gaze fixed on the shifting panorama of the city below. Jayce had long been replaced with Zane a few hours into his watch, allowing himself a precious few hours of sleep.

The party roused from their slumber, assembling around a modest table that Jayce had set up. The aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, drawing them in like moths to a flame. Before them lay a delectable spread: a Japanese-style omelet fried rice, a fusion of flavors that blended together in harmony.