Conclave
A plane could be seen flying over the Great Sea at an extremely high speed, making choppy waves emerge on the water below. A group of white uniformed fighters could be seen seated on the back of the ship.
Among them were two particular individuals casually chatting with one another, the stark midday light shining through the windows beside them.
"My king, shouldn't we bring more people along for this 'conclave?"
"Don't worry, Tobias, if things go south, a few dozen more Kingsblade won't do much."
Hearing such discouraging words, the old wizard grew silent. Not long after, a dark skinned woman walked towards them from the front area of the ship. She regarded the man sitting next to Tobias in a respectful manner, bowing slightly.
"My king, we will arrive at the destination within 5 minutes."
He nodded in response, a slight smile on his face. "Thank you, Zoe. Just pick a spot and drop us down."