Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 88: Valhalla

The hovercar touched down with a soft hiss, its emerald sheen reflecting the golden lamplights of the restaurant’s private lot. The vehicle’s sleek form hovered for a moment, then gently landed like a panther resting on velvet.

Jayden stepped out first, feet crunching faintly on the smooth onyx stones of the parking terrace. He looked up.

Before him stood the restaurant itself.

It wasn’t just a building.. it was a statement. A glass titan kissed by the clouds, its edges sharp as blades and its surface a mirrored obsidian that captured the city lights and threw them back tenfold. Neon veins ran vertically along its sides.. violet, gold, and aquamarine, like the tower itself pulsed with urban lifeblood. At the very top, etched in shimmering glyphs, glowed a name: "Asgard’s Delight"

A place whispered about in the circles of the city’s elite, where fortunes changed over dinner, and alliances were sealed with wine.

Jayden swallowed. "This... is where we’re eating?"

Penelope smirked, stepping beside him as her heels clicked like punctuation. "Surprised?"

"Yeah.. a little bit." he murmured.

"Good," she teased, brushing past him, her scarf fluttering like a raven’s wing. "It keeps the ego in check."

They walked side by side into the building, passing through towering chrome doors that parted like curtains on a stage.

The moment they stepped in, Jayden felt the weight of wealth wrap around him like a silk cloak.

The lobby was a marvel of modern opulence. Crystal chandeliers dangled from a ceiling higher than a cathedral’s dome, casting light like constellations onto the marble floors. A waterfall feature ran down one wall, its waters filled with coins and petals, both thrown by hopeful hands.. he assumed.

They passed through velvet ropes and into the heart of the dining floor, where a thousand worlds clashed in perfect harmony.

Commoners sat in modest groups.. tourists and dreamers, influencers on their best behavior, eating carefully plated delicacies with eyes wide and laughter gentle.

Meanwhile, billionaires lounged like lions at their private booths, watched over by discreet bodyguards in black. The scent of seared truffle steak mingled with imported spices and warm jasmine tea.

A low jazz fusion hummed from hidden speakers, blending effortlessly with the chatter and clink of silverware.

Jayden looked around, taking the view of the dining hall. He scratched the back of his head, unsure where to sit.

But then he moved.

"I’ll grab us a table—"

A hand stopped him gently by the wrist.

Penelope smiled, sly and radiant. "Don’t worry. I’ve prepared something more fitting for our date."

Just then, a waiter approached. He was in his early thirties, hair slicked back, wearing a red vest that shimmered faintly in the lights. He bowed with practiced grace.

"Welcome, ma’am. May I interest you in a table? Or do you already have a reservation?"

Penelope tilted her head, one brow raised. Her smirk widened like she’d just heard a joke no one else had. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Paul... are you saying you don’t recognize me?"

The man froze.

Jayden watched as the waiter’s face shifted.. brows rising, breath catching, posture straightening.

"...Miss Isley?" he whispered, seeing the smug smile on her face.

His tone shifted instantly. He stood upright, his voice trembling faintly. "I—I’m so sorry. Of course. Please forgive me, Miss Isley."

She gave a nod, regal and amused. "I believe I asked that the top VIP room be kept. Has that been seen to?"

"Yes, ma’am! Reserved and waiting for you. It’s just.. well—I didn’t expect you to be..."

"Different?" she chuckled. "That’s the point, Paul. I don’t want to attract any attention.. i just want to have dinner with a sweet boy."

Jayden blinked at the exchange. He was confused. The waiter looked like he was about to salute. And why did Peneope reveal herself to him? They were obviously acquainted.

Then again... Penelope was Penelope Isley. It wasn’t weird that people respected her. It was just... intense to see it in real time.

She turned to Jayden, eyes sparkling. "Come. Let’s go to the place i had prepared. I promise you’ll love it."

"Yes." Paul chimed in respectfully. "Please, follow me."

He offered to lead them, but Penelope waved him off. "That won’t be necessary, Paul. I know the way."

"Of course," Paul bowed respectfully and walked away.

Penelope motioned for Jayden to follow her, and he did without question.

They walked past the main dining area, past golden archways and mirrored halls, until they reached a hallway guarded by twin statues of Valkyries holding trays of glowing crystal. At the end stood a glass elevator, seamless and glowing with pale light.

She pushed the button on the side of the elevator and the doors slid open.

Jayden followed her in, the doors closing behind them with a whisper.

The city unfolded below them as the elevator rose. Lights turned into rivers. Skyscrapers shrunk like mountains dissolving into mist. Penelope stood beside him, her disguise still wrapped around her like a cloak of shadows. But her aura.. confident, magnetic and Godlike, radiated freely now.

"Why the rooftop?" Jayden asked, voice quiet.

"Because," she said, eyes watching the stars above, "You deserve to see what I see."

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open.

They stepped into a hallway lit by soft amber lamps. At its end stood a single door. Black. Tall. With silver lettering etched across the glass.

"VIP VALHALLA"

Jayden tilted his head. "Valhalla?"

Penelope smirked. "You’ll see."

She walked ahead, her scarf fluttering, posture straight as royalty, hand brushing the sensor beside the door.

With a gentle hum and a soft click, the door glided open.

Jayden stepped through.. and his breath caught.

It wasn’t just a dining room. It was paradise carved into the heavens. A realm of pure elegance.

A warm breeze of vanilla, aged oak, and fresh roses greeted him first.

Then the sight hit.

A wide, circular chamber, the size of a ballroom, with glass walls and a full glass ceiling that offered a breathtaking panorama of the star-painted night. The ceiling was so clear it almost gave the illusion of no roof at all, but the subtle reflections of candlelight proved it was there.

Above them, the moon shined bright, bold and brilliant. Constellations arranged like divine brushstrokes across midnight velvet. A rare sight from the city, yet here, it felt like the cosmos had been invited to dine.

Inside, no less than ten luxury tables were spread throughout the room. Each one unique... some surrounded by glowing bonsai trees, others flanked by holographic waterfalls or surrounded by miniature light orbs that danced lazily through the air like fireflies.

A soft orchestral hum played from hidden speakers, wrapping the space in mood and elegance. It wasn’t just music. It was atmosphere. Jazz blended with classical, with a whisper of some faraway violin humming a slow, seductive tune. Time slowed to the rhythm.

A soft click of heels on marble snapped Jayden from the trance.

Penelope strode in like she’d lived here her whole life, which maybe, somehow, she had. She had a beautiful smile drawn across her face.

Jayden blinked, only half-realizing he was staring.

Penelope turned to face him with a smirk. "So... are you impressed?"