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 was still young, and his body needed energy.
Sure, he could go days without eating thanks to his training and special abilities—but sometimes, he still wanted to enjoy human food… as a reminder that he was still part of that world.
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.
