While the various battlefields were raging fiercely,
one place in the southern part of the Strong Magic Region's middle section, which had been reduced to scorched earth by the 'Amaterasu Sea of Fire,' was exceptionally quiet.
Only a thousand-meter humanoid wreck stood silently where it was.
At its feet,
Qin Su lay listlessly atop a mass of soft, clear water.
From time to time, he lifted his head and looked expectantly northward, as though waiting for someone to arrive.
Meanwhile, Susanoo was setting out a dining table, chairs, bowls, chopsticks, cups, napkins, and other items nearby.
It was already dinner time.
He had personally prepared the food in advance and stored it in a spatial ring. Later, he only needed to take out a few dishes and set them on the table.
Still, wasn't this setting a little too post-apocalyptic? Could anyone really eat here?
Before long, Susanoo had arranged four dishes and a soup, still radiating noticeable heat beneath their silver covers.
"Your Highness, dinner is served. Considering your poor mood, I kept things simple."
"Ah, okay."
Qin Su let out a long sigh, jumped down from 'Sea Monk,' and walked over to sit in a chair.
Just as he picked up his bamboo chopsticks and Susanoo was about to lift the soup lid,
a broad pentagram magic circle suddenly appeared in the open space ahead amid burning black flames and bursting black-red lightning.
"Watch out!"
Susanoo immediately flashed in front of the dining table, drawing a metal staff as he went on guard.
Qin Su also rose at once, wariness filling his heart as he summoned 'Sea Monk.'
He was rather sensitive to black fire now. He always felt that it brought nothing but misfortune.
The next second,
black flames erupted from the center of the magic circle