The aircraft hummed with increasing power before it shot forward like a cannonball, its black figure tearing through the sky and clouds at full speed as they raced toward the Abandoned Desert Of Ruins.
With a single thought, Anthony activated his illusion magic and cast it over the entire aircraft. To any outside observer, it would appear as nothing more than a drifting cloud, lazily blending in with the others in the sky.
Anthony had masked the aircraft's presence intentionally. He knew without a doubt that the moment his aircraft entered the airspace of the Forsaken Cult headquarters, they would be detected instantly.
Although the aircraft was equipped with invincible technology far beyond modern comprehension, Anthony refused to place his trust solely in machinery. His own abilities, honed through tirelessly training and countless battles, were far more reliable to him.
