As the first rays of dawn began to spill over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, Amaya and Marx stepped out of the grand Maharlika Palace. The air was fresh with the scent of dew-kissed grass, and the early morning chill clung to their skin. They headed towards the van that would take them to the Northern Part of Verde Island, the one that Marx owned.
The white van rolled to a stop along a narrow stretch of airstrip that hugged the shoreline. Nearby, an imposing aircraft loomed, its silhouette casting a striking figure against the backdrop of the sea and sky. Unlike any conventional helicopter, the aircraft boasted the sleek body of an airplane, yet it was fitted with two massive wings that stretched out like the arms of a giant. Perched atop each wing were whirling rotor blades, gleaming in the sunlight, while an additional rotor blade twisted at the rear, ready to propel the craft into the sky.
