Anton studied the modest structure of Isla Pavilion with quiet fascination. Towering spires, pointed arches, and vast stained-glass panels gleamed beneath the mid-day sun, their colors reflecting across polished stone pathways surrounding the restaurant.
It was ike fragments of a dream.
The entire restaurant carried the grandeur of old-world nobility, reminiscent of the fifteenth-century cathedrals and aristocratic halls he had once seen during his travels through Eurasia.
Yet beneath the elegance lingered something oddly familiar.
"Strange…" Governor Sanchez muttered under his breath, though his voice carried enough edge for those nearby to hear.
"I thought the Zuvels were promoting the culture and architecture of ancient Azuverda. But this…" His lips curled faintly. "Isn't this merely gothic architecture dressed in modern colors?"
The mockery hidden beneath his tone did not escape Lara and Amelia.
