After cutting through the distortion of space, the White-Sea Dragon finally emerged into the skies above the dazzling Capital of the Golden Dragon Empire. Guided by the descending maneuvers of the imperial personnel, the colossal vessel glided down onto a runic docking platform reserved for the royalty of vassal kingdoms.
As the main hatch opened, Ethan stepped out first, accompanied by a squad of royal guards, the Southern General, and Great General Vaelen. The group took strategic positions at the foot of the ramp to guard the descent of King Alaric and Princess Isabella.
Below, an official delegation awaited, headed by an ambassador wearing golden silk robes and an expression of poorly hidden superiority.
"Ah, Your Majesty Alaric, welcome to the Imperial Capital," the ambassador said with a slight tilt of his head that bordered on insolence. "I am Ambassador Kaelen. We hope your journey was free of overly... troublesome setbacks."
