After leaving the forest and making sure the entire operation had been wrapped up without leaving a single trace behind, Al dispatched several of his troops to track the whereabouts of Daraka and the others.
As for himself, he chose not to return home right away.
"The night is still young, and my body needs energy. Although I can go days without eating thanks to my training and special abilities, sometimes I just want to enjoy human food… as a reminder that I'm still part of this world." He murmured softly.
A modern restaurant in the city center, not far from the shoreline, caught his attention.
Warm light spilled through its glass windows, illuminating an elegant, upscale interior—a place often favored by high-ranking officials or elite families wanting a relaxed dinner with a scenic view of the sea.
Al approached. But before he could enter, his steps froze.
