Apollo stepped into Filly's restaurant. The aroma struck him immediately—succulent meats seared to perfection, scrambled eggs dancing with butter, and fish glazed in Earthly spices. Every scent mingled in the air, forming a mouthwatering blend that teased the senses and pulled at the hunger within.
He had already eaten back at the Mayor's manor, yet the smells here stirred his appetite as if he'd been fasting for days.
Golden-red light spilled from the lanterns above, casting a warm glow over the interior. Candles flickered gently with the soft breeze that slipped in through narrow openings, adding a subtle shimmer to the air.
The aesthetic reminded Apollo of a restaurant from his previous life. The sound, the atmosphere, the lingering comfort in the air—it was all too familiar. And yet, Filly's place was more refined, a fusion of rustic charm and quiet elegance. Every surface gleamed with wealth: jade-polished floors, walls made from Qi-saturated wood. Nothing here came cheap.
