The dragon's fireball goes out. The fire giant's fiery emanations in the background also go out. The party feel a chill.
"UMM..." says the dragon, before the effect of the spell happens and it instantly burns to a golden brown.
Lord Chaos had created a spell to quickly apply heat to the most succulent thing in the room, to stop all that looking after food nonsense that has to happen with christmas meal preparations.
"Hey, I'm actually a good cook," says the fire giant, now just a giant, "let me get some sauces!"
Lord Chaos, still nicely drunk, is quite a charming host. The fire giant makes some mean gravy, and also adds some great vegetables.
Some bottles of Lupus go around. The smell is enough to entice all the champions who might have been left behind, aswell as all the other dungeon denizens. And luckily, roast dragon is so large that it can feed everyone - even poor skeletonised party members!
And best of all, there dragon has four legs to give to the four final champions who secured this victory. And there's even some roasted tail for you, gentle player, who made it all possible!
CONGRATULATIONS!
"God bless us, every one!" says Boris, before being roasted by a happy fireball from Lord Chaos.