Chapitre 813: Chapter 813 Elven Feast

The feast laid out before Francus and Grigor was unlike anything they had ever encountered. Each dish was a masterpiece of culinary artistry, plated with such care and attention to detail that it seemed almost sacrilegious to disturb their perfection. The colors, the arrangement, and the subtle glow emanating from some of the dishes made them look less like food and more like precious jewels.

Francus, ever curious and adaptable, couldn't help but express his awe. "I've seen many things in my travels, but this," he gestured towards the table, "is truly beyond words."

Grigor, whose experiences were grounded more in the heat of battle than in the nuances of exotic cuisines, eyed the spread with a mix of respect and suspicion. "Looks too pretty to eat," he grumbled, though his eyes betrayed his intrigue.