Chapter 285: Meeting The Great Samuel Gebb
[Owen's POV – Downtown Café, Post-War Cooldown]
The gentle chime of the café door barely registered to me. After weeks of bloodshed, war cries, and the roars of titans, the soft clinking of mugs and low chatter was almost alien.
I stepped inside, adjusting the collar of my coat, my beast instincts suppressing themselves beneath the hum of city life. The war was over—for now—and for the first time in what felt like ages, I was just Owen Yates.
I spotted them immediately.
Samuel Gebb sat with his legs casually crossed, stirring his coffee with an expression that screamed he knew way too much. His obsidian-black jacket was unzipped, revealing a faded shirt with the words "Extinction Is Optional" printed across it.
Next to him, Henry Hans, ever the composed one, wore a sharp coat and round-rimmed glasses. He was reading something on his holopad until he looked up and nodded.
"Took you long enough," Samuel said with a smirk, raising his mug slightly.
"Traffic," I replied dryly, sliding into the seat across from them. "And by traffic, I mean an entire post-war beast procession I had to manage."
Henry chuckled. "You look... less like a walking apocalypse today."
"Let me enjoy my civilian hours," I said, grabbing the menu. "I've earned a waffle."
"Just a waffle?" Samuel arched a brow. "You literally roared a storm into existence and ended a tyrant whose jaw could bite through a mountain."