Some distance away from the Divine Colosseum lay a quiet forest, its tall trees forming a natural barrier that concealed a clearing within. In that open space rested a massive structure resembling a space shuttle, its sleek metallic surface faintly reflecting the ambient light as streams of divine essence drifted lazily through the air.
The shuttle stood there silently, yet its presence alone carried an imposing sense of authority and advanced technology far beyond anything seen in the mortal realms.
Lord Arckin descended from the sky with Max, landing smoothly before the shuttle as if the ground itself welcomed his arrival. Waiting nearby was his subordinate, standing straight and alert, clearly having prepared everything in advance.
