After few hours...
India... Mumbai...
The dark metallic war jet smoothly glided through the clouds and touched down on the private airfield of the Clark family estate.
The engines let out a low roar before completely shutting down, leaving a heavy silence over the runway. Tony Clark walked down the boarding ramp with his usual slow, lazy steps, his dark cloak brushing against the cold metal.
Directly behind him, Elsa followed like a shadow. Her violet eyes were calm, and her face carried a serene, pleasant smile that showed complete, absolute devotion to him. The Heavenly Imperial Soul Subduing Art had completely re-engineered her mind, transforming the dangerous Demonic Sea Princess into a perfectly loyal tool.
The moment Tony stepped into the main courtyard of the estate, he felt an incredibly heavy, tense atmosphere. Usually, the courtyard was quiet at this hour, but today it was packed.
