Merric grumbled to himself. He was a powerful mage, wielder of the Excalibur tome. Why he had to listen to some random summoner from another world, he didn’t know. And why he had to battle people summoned from yet other worlds for a war in a completely different one, he really didn’t know.
His stomach growled, and he grimaced, hoping no one else had noticed the embarrassing noise. The food in this new world wasn’t agreeing with him, either. His guts protested again, an ominous grumbling vibrating in his intestines, and he coughed to hide the sound.
Behind him, a woman in heavy pink armor wiped sweat from her eyes. “I hope we can defeat them soon,” she said. “I’m hungry.”
Effie was always eating. Merric wondered if the food here affected her the same way. Or maybe the disgusting concoctions were what she was used to in her world of awakening.
“Stay sharp,” Hector said, twirling an extremely heavy-looking axe in one hand.