In the early hours of the morning, an armored hovercar landed on the castle's airfield. Victor von Doom, Regent of Latveria and ruler of the Balkan Peninsula, descended the ramp amid the Praetorian Guard and soldiers of the First Secret Regiment. Beside the spacious airfield, ranks upon ranks of First Secret Regiment soldiers stood beneath the moonlight, fully equipped with standard gear such as Void Combat Suits and Laser Rifles. As a symbol of trust, the Emperor had gifted him the military standard of the Ancient Roman army. A golden eagle sculpture stood atop the staff, and together with the Volkov family's dark green cloak and golden sash, it formed the legal authority of rule bestowed by the Emperor. Victor von Doom walked to the front of the formation and held out the Golden Eagle standard to the leading officer.
Warm sea winds were blocked by the mountains, and the dry, cold air billowed his robes.
Under the thin moonlight, the massive castle resembled a giant lurking in shadow. The light shining through its ornate rose windows slightly dispelled the cold, while faint satellite reflections and artificial lights illuminated the shrubs planted beside the castle. The castle remained brightly lit, and the air-defense systems around Latveria operated around the clock. About three minutes later, a flight squadron took off vertically from the Royal City Castle airfield. The air currents stirred up by their vector engines swept across the entire Royal City Castle plaza like a tornado. War Engine battle groups dozens of meters tall stood around the castle, these beasts of war casting silent silhouettes as they looked down upon everything like Titan Giants.
Praetorian Commander Constantine waited beside the airfield for the Regent.
Only after the flight squadron had taken off, leaving behind nothing but a long trail of