One hour later – Inside a grand luxury restaurant on Planet Zaron, nestled within one of the floating city-towers
Clink… clink…
The delicate sound of polished silver meeting fine porcelain echoed softly through the lavishly decorated hall.
Robin, seated in the very center of the dining area, carefully sliced through yet another piece of premium meat. The knife glided through the marbled flesh like a whisper through silk. He raised the piece slowly to his lips, as if conducting a ritual rather than having a meal, and closed his eyes.
He chewed.
"Hmmmm…" he exhaled deeply, his voice rich with satisfaction.
"Incredible. Just… incredible."
He remained like that—silent, savoring—for a full minute. When he finally opened his eyes, they sparkled with an almost childlike curiosity. He scanned the multitude of dishes around him, then pointed to another.
"You are next."
