[Heat, that is a rock. It's a pretty rock, but a rock nonetheless. Serph scrapes a bit of the rock from Heat with some scepticism -- evident from the small furrow in his brow -- observing how it comes off in tiny grains and sticks a little to his bloodied finger before taking a cautious bite.
His eyes widen. Raw blood and organs are already bursting with flavour but this--!]
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His eyes widen. Raw blood and organs are already bursting with flavour but this--!]
What is that rock?