A bright, warm, golden fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft glow once more across the moonlit courtyard.
Kamiyado busied himself arranging the dipping sauces and condiment dishes inside the wooden box, setting out a dozen different flavors in no time.
Sukuna, feeling somewhat speechless, flipped his hand to conjure a few smooth grilling skewers, then ruthlessly threaded the fish from the pot onto them.
Chapter 253