The temple's dining hall, bathed in the flickering glow of a massive fireplace, radiated comforting warmth. Flames danced along the polished wooden walls, casting shifting shadows across the gleaming floor. Everyone except Areyos, Kaiser, and Yoko, who had yet to arrive, sat Japanese-style around a long, low table made of solid oak and engraved with delicate floral patterns.
Steaming dishes occupied the center of the table: bowls of fragrant rice, spicy sauces infused with the aroma of ginger, golden-brown meatballs, juicy steaks seared to perfection, crunchy cabbage, and fresh salads sprinkled with wild herbs. The enticing smell filled the air, mingling with the scent of burning wood and the night breeze drifting through the open windows.
"Lord Kaiser, Lord Areyos, Miss Yoko, dinner is served," announced a servant, bowing respectfully.
"Got it. We're coming," Kaiser replied, setting his magical console on the table. "Let's take a break."
