"Damn, this place is big...?" Zarek whistled out loud and said in a loud tone. The ground below his feet blurred past. Tall green trees that looked like they were older than time itself filled his vision. Just one look and Zarek felt incredibly invigorated, as if his spirit had been lifted, a new energy coursing through his veins.
Just as he was thinking, the flying carriage automatically descended and began its journey downward. Slowly its magnetic nature weakened as it descended downward on the designated landing location. Servants and special workers meant to take care of the higher-profile landing rushed out.
The flying carriage in which Zarek was traveling was no ordinary one, but something only used by powerful guests or direct members of the Silversword family.
There was a flurry of movement on the landing strip, and multiple colorful lights lit up and guards dressed in full body armor secured the perimeters.
