The demon feast was not a scene to lift one's spirits, especially when the food on the table belonged to your species, making it easy to wonder if one day you might also be served in pieces like that.
Of course, that's just the reaction of a normal person, but in the Abyss, being abnormal is the norm. Blood War Mercenaries continuously joined this gluttonous feast, shoulder to shoulder with the demons, releasing hunger and desire. In Lancelot's spirit perception, he could clearly feel some strange energy flowing into those mercenaries, noticeably strengthening their aura, but at what cost?
Maybe it was life, maybe it was the soul, or maybe nothing at all. Lancelot didn't want to know.
On the periphery of the banquet, many people were just watching from afar with no intention to join, providing Lancelot and his companions with good cover.
