The man with the horn and the heavy voice didn't move after Drahon's request.
For a moment, there was only the faint hum of magic in the air. Then, without so much as a gesture, a rectangular slip of light appeared in front of him.
It hovered in the air, its edges sharp and solid, yet it looked as though it had been cut from sunlight. The surface shifted once, and words began forming across it in flowing gold script.
The Menu!
Drahon's eyes scanned the list. The meals themselves seemed normal enough, things he might have seen in any ordinary restaurant, but the details beneath each name told a different story.
Instead of prices in coins or money, there was only one kind of cost:
[Essence Required].
That made Drahon wonder, so the use of essence in this world wasn't only limited to upgrading weapons or for enhancing skills, it was also used for more things.
