The lunch table was heavy with food.
More specifically, it was heavy with pork buns.
Steam rose from the bamboo baskets in neat little columns, filling the air with the mouthwatering scent of perfectly seasoned pork, soft bao dough, and just a hint of fear.
Damien sat in the middle.
Eating.
In peace.
Or rather, trying to.
Because standing around the table, encircling him like nervous guards at a dragon's tea party, were the old generals.
General Hong Fei leaned forward, squinting. "He chews like a normal person."
"His jaw alignment is very human," General Maru agreed, nodding solemnly.
General Riki, who had his arms crossed and a mana sensor aimed directly at Damien's forehead, whispered, "No spikes in holy energy. No light flares. His aura is stable. This might actually be real."
Damien took another bite, slowly. Chewed. Swallowed. Reached for the next bao.
And they all leaned closer.
"Look at that."
"He even uses both hands. Just like a well-trained boy."
