Well, we're back!
I'd like to apologize for the massive break - we both got slammed by life. We should *actually* back correctly this time, and expect the next chapter in one week. I've personally been caught up with all my work on webnovels, and CyanGorilla has just moved to a new place!
Anyways, I apologize again for disappearing like that. I hope you all enjoy the chapter!
Sorry x1000. I meant for this to be finished way earlier.
It's been hard to schedule Morcster Chef between illustration work and, as Actus mentioned, moving. I'll use this new era in my life to change things about work, making MC a daily part time thing to add to the current workload.
But apologies once again. I hope you like the chapter and the new style, which I mean to continue with. Much love.
(also, Tapas mods, let me know if I should Mature-tag this)
Adventurers flock to massive crypts brimming with riches and promises of power. Heroes storm the gates of dark fortresses, their swords drawn in the name of freedom. Gods tear the heavens asunder, clashing over the fate of the realm itself. Arek cooks lasagna and tops it with a dash of finely chopped basil.
An orc who has seen more than his fair amount of fighting, Arek wants nothing more than to share his love of cooking with the world. But will his past forget him so easily?