A colossal vessel soared invisibly through the sky, venturing into the desolate expanse of the desert, far from the bustling towns and cities.
'The moment has come.' Miranda, stationed within the ship, moved deliberately, her presence unnoticed as she traversed its interior.
Nivel found a seat at an unoccupied table within the ship, and his inconspicuous existence went unnoticed by those around him.
'This is the beginning.' Nivel contemplated with a smile, settling in and awaiting the unfolding events.
Suddenly, the ship began to lose control, hurtling downward and crashing into the desert below.
While Nivel emerged unscathed, a significant number of magicians were caught off guard by the unexpected crash, resulting in injuries for many. Only a handful managed to escape unharmed.
Luther ascended into the sky, casting a cold gaze upon the wreckage of the ship. His stern voice pierced the air as he commanded, "Reveal yourself."
