Frost didn't bother to take any notice of the exchange between Khione and her father, his attention, both sight and smell were completely focused on the food resting on his plate.
Like Khione he had been served storm dragon eye fillet, garnished with a bright sprig of rosemary and a sprinkling of black pepper. There was no sauce bar the tantalising juices of the meat itself and for accompaniment there were a type of green beans and large crowned purple mushrooms that gave off the scent of an ancient forest.
The smell alone was enough to send shivers down his spine let alone the thick presence of life energy that was still trapped within each and every ingredient, the steak most of all.
Storm dragons were at the very least powerful, high tiered A-rank monsters commonly found in the depths of the storm mountains. The one plated before them here however was once an individual at the S-rank, a being at the very peak of the food chain now being served for dinner.
