"Why be so infuriated?"
Huai Shi calmly observed her. He watched her desperate struggle, her hands trembling as she forced spoonful after spoonful of the rage-filled dish into her mouth.
"There's a saying, 'The world kisses me with pain, I respond with a song.' Can you sing?"
In the deathly silence, only agonized screams echoed.
The essence of Apocalypse and the virulent poison of the plague erupted from within her body, bringing endless despair and madness, tearing her Soul and sanity to shreds bit by bit.
Yet, for some reason, in the silence, those screams seemed to take on a melodious, lilting quality, like a song.
Huai Shi nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand. The side dish was served.
The white fish flesh, emitting a faint char, was stained with a subtle, inky green that whetted the appetite.
"This is the new Plague Dragonfish dish I've learned. Give it a try. It contains over a dozen carefully cultivated variations. I trust each bite will offer a unique sensation."
