The ship glided silently through the expanse of space, its sleek, meteorite-like exterior seamlessly blending into the void.
As it neared its destination, the view shifted to reveal a world shrouded in noxious, swirling clouds of poisonous gas. The atmosphere was so thick and vile that it gave the planet an appearance of rot and decay, even from the cold distance of space. The greenish-yellow haze enveloped the globe like a festering wound, emitting a sickly glow that pulsed ominously.
This was Semi-Plane at the edge of the Gluttony Royal Family.
Breaking through the murky atmosphere, the ship descended, its camouflage shimmering away to reveal its true form: an ancient, living vessel, its surface covered in arcane runes that pulsed with dark energy.
This was the last of its kind, carrying a cargo of vengeance-bound witches.