Bonfires blazed sky-high in the square, and fat from the whole roasting sheep dripped onto the coals with a sizzle.
Zibai personally poured wine for the gods. When she reached the Tsaritsa, the Tsaritsa nodded slightly and accepted the cup, but took only a small sip.
Her gaze remained fixed on the direction where the Heavenly Nail had fallen into the sea, as though she were pondering something.
Zibai said nothing more. She simply bowed respectfully and moved on to the next guest.
Su Yun had already released his light realm force, and his blue robes were covered in the foul blood of Abyss monsters. But he could not withstand the fiery enthusiasm of the girls from Lang-Gan, who kept pressing bowl after bowl of rice wine into his hands.
His face had gone red from drinking, but he still remembered to wave them off. "Enough, enough! Any more and I won't even be able to hold my sword steady..."
As for Paimon... she was already in food heaven. Whatever anyone brought to her mouth, she chomped down on it.
Nahida sat on a broken log, holding a piece of sweet cake in both hands and taking tiny bites.
A circle of children from Lang-Gan surrounded her, and she listened with a smile as they chattered about which cellars they had crawled into while hiding from the Abyss that day.
Occasionally, a child would ask, "Big sister, what kind of god are you?" She would blink and say, "I'm the god in charge of dreams. Tonight, you'll dream of what Lang-Gan will look like in the future."
The liveliest spot was still where The Jester sat.
The old man's face was already flushed with drink. He clutched a grilled skewer in his hand, yet kept muttering, "Ronava... this meat's good...