From the windows, Nyx watched as their plane approached an island that was isolated from the rest of the world.
The Island was over a thousand kilometers long; the coconut trees and white sands on the edge of the beach gave the island a tropical vibe, like the ones people would want to spend their holidays in.
The red-haired boy, who was admiring this beautiful sight, could vaguely make out the structure of a single colossal building standing proudly in the middle of the island, with a few suspicious-looking mountains. For some reason, his gaze lingered on the suspicious-looking mountains nearby.
As the plane touched down at the private hangar, and Violet took the lead as they emerged to find a bunch of staff dressed in neat black clothing waiting in a straight line.
