Liam's covert King's Eye zoomed towards the horizon.
The method of transportations the Echorians were using was in line with their signature inscription and formation capabilities.
They were flying on luxury air-yachts.
Made from marble, gold, silver and other eloquently built materials, radiating with flashy lights.
Its frame was way bigger than the most expensive yachts on earth by a long shot.
They weightlessly glided through the air, at a leisurely but steady speed.
They looked like diamond clouds with how they hovered over the sparkling ocean.
Meanwhile, muffled shouts filled the island's air.
The Elders were commanding the acolytes to make their last minute preparation and to get ready.
Landing ports were already made specifically to accept the Royals, but their impeccable timing caught the Temple off guard.
