A seemingly ordinary plate of roasted meat, sprinkled with strange spices of indistinguishable shapes;
A plate of translucent salad, with leaves that change color with the light;
And a bowl of soup emitting peculiar black steam.
The taste of the entire meal is difficult to describe using conventional vocabulary.
Sometimes it is so spicy it brings tears, sometimes so cool it feels like melting ice and snow, and more often, it is a complex sensation beyond distinction.
Strangely, this odd taste is not repulsive but instead brings about a peculiar sense of satisfaction, as if it touches some primitive memory deep within the taste buds.
After the meal, Ron bid farewell to Reynolds and boarded the returning airship.
On the airship, he continually pondered today's experiences, especially the unique mutations and adaptation methods of those Abyssal Explorers.
"The Abyss is not just a source of knowledge, but a unique philosophy of survival."
Ron concluded in his heart:
