Reaching Sylvergard (2)

Five hours later, the helicopter began its descent towards the royal palace of Sylvergard, a grand structure that exuded both majesty and history.

The palace, reminiscent of Captial city — Sylvia iconic Drottningholm, stood proudly amidst lush gardens and pristine waterways.

Its architecture was a harmonious blend of classic Nordic design with a touch of modern elegance, a fitting symbol of Sylvergard's rich heritage and progressive spirit.

As the helicopter landed on a helipad situated discreetly among the gardens, Wang Xiao peered out, taking in the sprawling palace grounds bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. The palace, with its ornate facades and imposing towers, was a sight to behold.

Josephine, her initial awkwardness now replaced by a sense of purpose, straightened her attire and prepared to disembark.

"I never get used to this view..." she murmured, more to herself than to others.