The aircraft began its descent, the clouds parting to reveal the cityscape of Valoria's capital below. Reginald peered through the window, taking in the sight. The city was a blend of old-world architecture and modern structures, its skyline dotted with tall buildings and spires. Roads crisscrossed the landscape, teeming with vehicles that moved in orderly patterns.
Captain Voss's voice came over the intercom. "My Lord, we are making our final approach to Valoria's capital. Prepare for landing."
Reginald secured his seatbelt, his gaze never leaving the window. This was the first real glimpse of the enigmatic nation, and every detail mattered. The aircraft touched down smoothly on the runway, the landing gear rumbling as it made contact with the asphalt. As they taxied to a stop, Reginald noticed the precision of the Valorian airport operations—each movement of personnel and vehicles appeared coordinated to the second.
