An hour later, Nyxara lay sprawled across the cool stone floor, her satisfied expression reminiscent of a cat that had just indulged in a hearty meal.
Her vibrant eyes shimmered with contentment, a hint of mischief lingering in the corners of her lips.
Meanwhile, Alex stood nearby, his brow furrowed in concentration as he wielded his mana with practiced ease.
The elegant aura of his mana swept through the chamber, tidying up the remnants of their feast.
The once-crowded table was now littered with scraps, the aftermath of Nyxara's voracious appetite evident in the chaos that surrounded them.
After ensuring the room was immaculate, with not a morsel left behind, he gently summoned Nyxara back into his spatial storage, her presence fading with a flash of light.
Satisfied with his efforts, he made his way toward the main hall, his steps echoing softly against the polished floor.
