For a moment, the grand dining hall was a battlefield.
Clashing utensils, clacking chairs, and occasional grunts echoed throughout the grand chamber.
Though the House of Kyros was once known for its formidable military prowess, it seemed that its most vicious skirmishes occurred not in the contaminated zones—but over a dining table.
The once pristine and meticulously arranged platters of food had been reduced to mere shadows of their former glory as serving spoons scraped against empty plates.
It was a desperate bid for a good chunk of heaven, apparently.
But amidst the chaos, one figure finally managed to stand tall—or, at the very least, taller.
Steward Han.
A man known to many for his professionalism, sharp wit, bald head, and unflinching dedication to the household. Yet it was also for his profession that he initially wouldn't have been able to fend off these fiends!
But he trained.
And it was showing.
