The flames around the rim of the glasses gradually died down, and the rotation stopped, with the two glasses landing in front of Nero and Maha respectively.
"Please enjoy," Lin Ge stowed away his silver magic wand and made a gesture inviting the two special guests to partake.
Nero could hardly wait to pick up his glass, the distinct layers of three kinds of alcohol tilted within. The first to hit his taste buds was the heated Bacardi Rum, its warmth entwined with the scent of alcohol, invigorating his palate.
Then came the milky white Elephant liquor, delivering a sweet burst of fruitiness and a hint of caramel, with the creaminess of the milk balance by the alcohol, making it even more refreshing.
Last was the ambrosial coffee liqueur, deep and rich like the earth, stirred up by the potent Rum, becoming intertwined with the creamy Elephant, as if Nero could see the land being upheaved, soil soaring into the sky.
"What is this drink called?"
"African Bomber," Lin Ge replied.