Tristan followed Milton's gaze into the distance, where a brilliant white light was streaking toward them at breakneck speed.

It carved a glowing trail across the sky, splitting massive clouds as it tore through them. In seconds, the light reached the airspace directly above the harbor. The force of its arrival stirred up hurricane-level winds that violently rocked their helicopter.

When the turbulence finally eased, Tristan looked up and saw a figure in white hovering in the air, no more than 600 feet away.

With his sharp eyesight, he should've been able to see the figure's face clearly. But no matter how hard he stared, everything remained blurry, as if some invisible force was deliberately obscuring the figure.

"Milton, can you see what this powerhouse looks like?" he asked.

Milton shook his head. "No. I can't make out their face, either. They're clearly hiding their appearance on purpose."

"So the powerhouse is deliberately masking their identity," Tristan said, disappointe