The sun had begun its descent behind the white-stoned rooftops of Valon, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and lilac. A warm summer breeze drifted lazily through the streets, carrying with it the aroma of baked herbs and fresh river air.
Nestled between the merchant quarter and the northern canal was a restaurant simply known as Mirae's, one of the most exclusive dining spots in the capital. That evening, not a single table was occupied—because all of them had been reserved.
By Elyra von Estermont.
The place was elegant, but understated. Large crystalline windows surrounded the main floor, giving a view of the cobbled streets and glowing canals outside. Every table was made of finely polished oak, carved with floral patterns and lined with velvet chairs. Small enchanted orbs floated above the tables, casting a gentle golden hue that warmed the entire room. From the open kitchen came the soft clinks of silverware and the hushed voices of highly trained chefs.
