(3rd Person POV)
While Harry Potter was generating renewed excitement with the cast and director Damien conducting their promotional tour, the people and media wondered what the famed director Arthur Pendragon was doing at this moment.
They had no idea that Arthur and his production team were soaring through the sky in a revolutionary aerial vehicle.
The production team gazed through the windows in amazement, watching clouds drift below them while feeling the aircraft's incredible speed. Compared to traditional airships, this experience was simply breathtaking. They never could have imagined such a fast-moving aerial vehicle existed.
Arthur observed everyone's reactions carefully. The creaking of metal under pressure, the vibrations through the fuselage, and the occasional turbulence that shook the cabin frightened them considerably.
'This moves much faster than airships. At this speed, there's a high chance we could crash,' Scarlet thought nervously. However, she wasn't overly concerned—a mere crash wouldn't kill someone of her divine nature.
The same couldn't be said for everyone else. While passengers appreciated the airplane's entertainment systems and comfort amenities, they remained genuinely terrified.
This was their first airplane experience, and everything felt alarmingly unfamiliar.
Only thirty minutes into the flight, many passengers couldn't sit still. Most were accustomed to the gentle, floating sensation of airship travel.
Fortunately, a soothing voice came through the cabin speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I want to assure you that what you're experiencing is completely normal airplane operation. The sounds and sensations are simply part of efficient flight. Please relax and enjoy the journey—we're maintaining perfect safety protocols."
A flight attendant's voice followed: "For those feeling anxious, please remember that this aircraft has undergone extensive testing. The vibrations you feel are the engines working efficiently to carry us swiftly to our destination. Feel free to call for assistance if you need anything."
These reassurances helped passengers settle down. Many called attendants to request meals while planning to watch the individual television screens.
"How do I operate this TV? The screen is blank," one passenger asked.
"At the bottom, you'll find a VHS player," the flight attendant explained patiently, demonstrating the controls. "We have a limited selection of films available—Demonfather, Harry Potter, and several others." She showed them the VHS tapes stored in a small compartment.
With entertainment options available, the crew and cast decided to settle into their seats and relax. 'There's no point worrying about anything. I might as well enjoy this trip,' became the common sentiment.
They expected that despite the airplane's impressive speed, the journey would still take several days to reach the Persian Empire. While faster than airships, they assumed the difference would be modest—perhaps one day less than traditional air travel.
To their astonishment, after just one day of flight, the captain's voice announced over the speakers: "Ladies and gentlemen, we're beginning our descent into Persian Empire airspace. Please prepare for landing at Babylon Airport."
The speed was remarkable! In just one day, they had crossed from Horn Kingdom to the Persian Empire!
"Incredible! We're already here?" Clint gasped in astonishment. He'd vacationed in Babylon before, and that journey had taken several days by airship.
"It hasn't even been a full day," Shafel agreed, watching the airplane descend through her window. 'This is far faster than I expected. Arthur's created something that will change the world forever... again.'
She glanced toward Arthur. 'I wonder how Princess Firfel will react when she experiences this invention.'
None of them had anticipated such speed. Scarlet felt impressed but unsurprised—her enhanced senses had detected their velocity from the beginning.
'Fast, yes, but far more dangerous than airships. Higher crash risk and requires professional operation,' she concluded.
Soon they could see Babylon Airport below, the airplane approaching a cleared runway devoid of airships.
Airport personnel had prepared for this arrival, but waiting passengers in the terminal watched with growing curiosity as the strange vehicle deployed landing gear and rolled smoothly along the tarmac.
"What kind of vehicle is that?" a waiting passenger shouted.
"I've never seen anything like it!"
"Why did they clear the entire runway for that thing?"
"Is that some new type of airship?"
Curious murmurs rippled through the crowd of travelers. They'd been wondering why airport staff had suddenly moved all airships away from the main landing area, and now they understood it was for this mysterious aircraft.
Airport directors and security, who had been briefed about the high-profile arrival, positioned specialized stairs against the aircraft door.
When the Hellfire cast and crew emerged, followed by Arthur, recognition spread through the gathering.
"Those are famous actors!" someone exclaimed excitedly.
"Look—Clint Foster! And Shafel! And Rocky!"
"Is that really Arthur Pendragon himself?"
The crowd surged forward, but security intervened immediately.
"Stay back! This area is restricted!" guards announced firmly.
While disappointed onlookers were kept at bay, journalists present seized the opportunity. Impact cameras clicked rapidly as they captured photos of the celebrities and the revolutionary aircraft that had brought them to Persian soil.
A reporter from "Babylonian Today" felt absolutely thrilled. She had been waiting patiently for Wales Crown Prince Drakon, who was scheduled to arrive in Babylon for political negotiations. Never could she have expected to witness something far more newsworthy—Arthur Pendragon and his Hellfire actors were infinitely more valuable than a routine royal visit.
Not to mention their arrival in that bizarre, unprecedented vehicle.
She felt incredibly fortunate, as did the other reporters who had initially gathered only for Drakon's coverage.
After capturing sufficient photographs and watching Arthur's entourage disappear into the terminal with airport officials, the journalists rushed outside to immediately contact their headquarters.
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Several hours later, Wales Crown Prince Drakon and his diplomatic delegation finally arrived at Babylon Airport. Babylonian officials had assembled to greet them formally, but Drakon expected the usual swarm of reporters—only to find none present.
'Strange. Reporters typically buzz around me like flies. Why are they surprisingly absent?' Drakon wondered.
As he pondered this unusual situation, he noticed the peculiar vehicle parked near the terminal. "What is that machine? I've never seen anything like it," he asked a nearby airport official.
"That vehicle belongs to Arthur Pendragon, Your Highness. It's apparently a new type of airship," the personnel replied simply.
"Arthur?" Drakon's interest immediately sharpened. 'No wonder there are no reporters here. They probably all chased after that demon instead,' he chuckled to himself.
He studied the airplane briefly before departing with his delegation. 'I wonder what that demon is scheming now. That airship looks completely unconventional—it has wings like a bird and some kind of pointed nose at the front.' The curious design lingered in his thoughts.
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Ten hours had passed since Arthur and his team arrived in Babylon City. As morning broke at 8 AM, they remained at their hotel preparing for the next filming sequences.
However, while they planned their production schedule, newspapers were already spreading throughout the city and across the entire Persian Empire.
"Arthur Pendragon Arrives with Full Cast and Crew! Major Film Project Confirmed for Babylon!" proclaimed Persian Entertainment Weekly.
"Renowned Director Visits Babylon City—Traveling in ?Mysterious Bird-Shaped Airship!" reported Babylonian Today.
"Mystery Aircraft Resembles Giant Bird—What Is This Strange Vehicle?" questioned Tower's Peak Daily, featuring a grainy photograph of the airplane.
Within hours, Arthur and his mysterious aircraft had become the dominant topic of conversation throughout the Persian Empire.
The Persian media understood how to capitalize on opportunities. They knew anything involving Hellfire would generate headlines, especially concerning the company's head and founder—Arthur Pendragon.
Most Persians couldn't care less about the bird-shaped aircraft. What truly excited them was the prospect of Hellfire producing a major film project within their borders.
Taverns throughout the empire buzzed with animated discussions.
"Is this actually true? Hellfire is filming a major project in our country?" A portly man enthusiastically showed his friend the newspaper.
"Absolutely true. My friend in Babylon contacted me by telephone—Arthur and his crew are already making filming arrangements throughout the city."
"Seriously?" The man's eyes lit up with excitement. "Then our country will definitely become world-famous!"
A patron at a nearby table scoffed. "Our country has always been famous, you fool!"
"There's nothing wrong with attracting more tourists," an elderly customer interjected diplomatically.
"Only Babylon will benefit from this fame," another voice argued. "The rest of us won't see any difference."
The comment about fame sparked heated debate throughout the tavern.
"That's ridiculous! When foreign visitors come for Hellfire tourism, they'll explore the entire empire!"
"You're dreaming. Tourists will visit Babylon, spend their money there, and leave. The rest of us get nothing."
"At least it brings prestige to the Persian Empire as a whole!"
"Prestige doesn't put food on my table or coins in my pocket!"
Voices rose as the discussion intensified, with some patrons celebrating the potential economic boost while others dismissed it as empty hope. The tavern keeper wisely stayed neutral, content that the debate was keeping customers drinking and spending.