Between the Headlines

16:15;

Aelorion International Airport, Xanvoria;

Xinguan and the Hybrids stood waiting for their driver at the airbase as the day lazily transitioned into the evening. The golden light of the setting sun bathed the scene in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the tarmac. The crew worked diligently, unloading luggage from the sleek jet, their movements brisk yet practiced.

A few minutes later, the hum of rotor blades faded, and the rest of the Hybrids, who had traveled in the Military Chopper, strode toward their Alpha with effortless poise, their motions smooth.

Jackson Marshal's sharp whistle cut through the stillness as his eyes landed on the three soldiers accompanying Rong Xinghe. They stood tall and stoic, their tailored outfits a blend of sophistication and raw masculinity—though clearly not to their own taste.