When Apollo arrived at the resting spot, he floated down in the middle of them, beside the bonfire that crackled as the wind blew.
At his descent, the people looked up at him as if he were a god, their reverent eyes burning even brighter than the fire.
Upon landing softly, Apollo waved his hand, and white lights materialized around him. Then they transformed into the items he had bought. All kinds of meat appeared, ranging from seafood to high-grade steak—there were even marshmallows, which he was sure would shock them.
"Wh-what's this, Master?" Rachel asked, her confused eyes glancing at the variety of food lying everywhere.
"Food. Some of it is already processed, but it's as good as fresh meat, especially the high-grade steaks. You guys should try it—I highly recommend it," Apollo smiled at the people already gathering around him. "But there are no spices, and you'll have to barbecue with the sticks."
