The sky above was an endless canvas of azure, adorned with tufts of fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily across the heavens.
The midday sun gleamed brilliantly, its golden rays refracting off the sleek surface of a massive airborne titan slicing through the air like a regal falcon in flight.
This was no ordinary aircraft; it was a custom-engineered luxury jetliner, nearly the size of a commercial airbus, proudly displaying the Osborn Family crest,a silver phoenix rising from flames,emblazoned in gold along its sides.
The Osborn Family had arrived in Varenya.
As the colossal jet descended, the ground below unfolded like a scene from a dream.
A sprawling airstrip stretched out like a runway built for giants, flanked by multiple control towers glinting under the sunlight.
This was their private international terminal,a testament to their unrivaled power and wealth.
