Chapter 324: Obsidian Whisky
Over a hundred floors, over a hundred bars sponsored by the god of wine. The Vortex was one of many and one that was not special. A single coal amongst the great fire that was the Endless Bar. The dance floor was a shimmering, iridescent surface that changed colours with the beat of the music.
Dasha sat at the bar, nursing a glass of Obsidian Whisky—a smoky, dark liquor with a hint of sweetness that left a warm burn as it went down. His gaze was steady, observing the ebb and flow of the crowd. He watched as a patron discreetly slid a coin across the bar to the bartender, who leaned in, whispered something, and nodded. Information was being exchanged—a common practice whether on Earth or the White Abyss.
When the bartender approached Dasha for his next drink, he handed him the empty glass. "Another Obsidian, please."
The bartender nodded, quickly preparing the drink and sliding it over. Dasha took a sip, savouring the flavour. His attire had changed. Ruh-al-Qital and even the Seven-league Boots were damaged from his fight against Raoul. He switched to a dark, cool look: a black vest, a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, and black pants and shoes. To blend it together was a dark red tie.
His god-like facial features were scarred. The nose, the forehead, the brows, and the cheek each contained marks. In spite of his missing high-class equipment, including his gauntlets, there was an intensity to the lone Dasha. The Venetian mask hid not only the remaining part of Jack but the deep set of dark brown eyes that neared black.
"That man over there..." Dasha said. "I feel like I should recognize him."
"He fought in the round of sixteen in the previous Martial God Tournament. He survived a combo from Li Tianlu."
Figured. His gi was too high-quality. It wasn’t a uniform either, so he was likely of the Unorthodox Sect or an independent. "Is that right? I betted against him then."
The bartender chuckled. "I as well."