Aaaaagh!
The wyvern skin is way too tough! Even with demonic power surging through me, I still couldn't cut into it! And now, to make it worse, my precious steak knife has been destroyed! Snapped in half like a cheap twig!
Eris, of course, is sitting there chuckling, clearly entertained by my tragic struggle.
"Pfft. That's wyvern skin for you," she says with a smirk.
"Ughhh! Then how are we supposed to eat it?!" I groan, my tail puffing up like an angry squirrel in sheer frustration.
I mean, come on! There's a giant hunk of juicy, fatty, roasted meat right in front of my nose, and I can't even take a single bite?! That's not just unfair, that's pure evil, soul-crushing torture!
Eris better have a way to fix this. Otherwise, I swear, I'm tickling her to death tonight!
She stands up casually, brushing invisible dust from her hands, eyes glinting with that familiar mischievous gleam.
"Leave it to me," she says smoothly.
