The Lionheart family's flying ship entered the fortress's airspace with the quiet rumble of its magical rings, and after passing between two massive defensive towers, it slowly landed on the main platform.
At the moment the ship's hull touched the stone platform, golden lines on the ground lit up, and a wave of wind spread around to stabilize the ship's massive weight.
The red sails were furled one after another, and the family emblem carved on both sides of the hull gleamed under the morning light.
Around the air platform, a large group had gathered to welcome the delegation.
Servants in the family's formal attire stood in two neat rows.
Armored guards were positioned at the main bridge's entrance, and several internal administrators, military commanders, and members of the family's branches had also come to receive the report.
However, the welcome atmosphere bore no resemblance to the return of a successful delegation.
No music was played, no celebratory flags were raised.
