The Centauri sky glowed in soft evening hues when Emery followed Julian and the others to one of the city's renowned luxury dining halls. The establishment was built on a floating terrace overlooking white skyline, where shimmering glass towers met the snow mountain range. Crystal lamps bathed the table in golden light. Plates of delicacies from across the Alpha Quadrant were served by graceful waitresses, each dish plated with almost artistic precision.
Emery sat beside Julian, while Athar and Poseidon occupied the other side.
Athar, began talking as soon as they were seated. "I must say, Grand Magus Emery, your control over elemental Dao is extraordinary." His tone was flattering but not insincere.
Poseidon, on the other hand, remained quiet. His posture was firm, his gaze distant, yet the faint tension around his eyes betrayed lingering resentment. Emery understood—sitting across from his father's killer could not be easy.
