The jet carrying Max and the members of the Black Lotus Guild soared through the skies, cutting across vast distances with astonishing speed.
The hum of the engines was steady, yet powerful, and the entire journey had been smooth and uninterrupted.
Then, after what felt like only an hour or two, the aircraft began to descend.
Max's brows furrowed slightly as he gazed out of the window.
"We arrived... already?"
He had expected the journey to take at least three to four hours, but it seemed he had underestimated the speed of the jet.
They had reached the West Region far faster than he had anticipated.
As the jet touched down, Klaus rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping over the guild members.
His tone was firm, almost cold.
"We have arrived."
Then, his voice shifted into a warning tone.
"Remember this, all of you. We are an eyesore to most—if not all—the guests at this event."
His words carried weight, a reminder that the Black Lotus Guild was unwelcome here.
