The restaurant fell silent after Alex's simple answer.
The server blinked nervously before hurrying away to prepare something, anything, for the strange young man who had somehow silenced an entire room full of mercenaries and merchants without even trying.
Alex ignored the stares.
Instead, he gazed out the window at the darkening sky while quietly enjoying the atmosphere of this unfamiliar world. The food arrived eventually, simple but warm dishes that reminded him of the small restaurants scattered across countless towns in his own universe.
He ate slowly, not because he needed sustenance, but because the act itself felt grounding.
Ten million year soul beasts.
The thought lingered in his mind like a distant melody he couldn't forget.
