Inside the Plane
I was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, sipping a can of soda.
"So, basically, it's a black-market auction, selling rare and most likely stolen items? With members consisting of businessmen, nobles, and all kinds of corrupt individuals?"
I asked while looking at my father, who was piloting the plane.
"Yes. They deal in all sorts of things—land, stolen artwork, jewels, rare metals, technological components, and mysterious artifacts. But our job is solely to recover Object 0-8-4, known as the Obelisk. Additionally, we need to investigate and gather any possible intel on this conspiracy."
I nodded in agreement and continued talking with my father. He started telling me about past missions and experiences from his time as an active demigod, including encounters with monsters and interdimensional beings. He also shared stories about his adventures, such as when he explored a hidden realm left behind by a different pantheon of deities.
