The grand banquet of the Shadow Nation was held as scheduled.
After entering the castle, the banquet hall was just one floor down.
The heat, akin to a blacksmith's forge, made Arsene feel his skin turning scalding hot.
The scent of roasting meat, stewing meat, and the aroma of wine mixed together, enveloping him.
There was still no light here, as dim as the outside. Even at the banquet, there were no torches or candles to be seen.
Yet, in this basement where there was no lightning to be seen, it was surprisingly much brighter than outside.
There were bizarre round tables of varying sizes. The tables resembled donuts, or pizzas, with the outer ring being higher. The inner circle was lower, or even hollow. The floor beneath the round tables was open, with visible flames roaring inside. Those flames licked the wire mesh-like inner circle round tables, continuously grilling the meat placed on them.
