The magical wards were set to register just before something hit what was legally Latverian airspace. At the rate the craft came down from orbit, that didn't give Kristoff much time, but he was fortunately near the right equipment.
The message was both broadcast to the intruders and loudspeakered into the city. The people of Doomstadt must hear that this is all under control. "This is Latveria," the boy's voice rang out formally. "Nobody bows before foreigners unless they're charming young ladies. You will land in the light-indicated field beside the castle now."
Kristoff had no idea why Latveria would be of interest to the late Golden Claw's organization, but he was going to find out, and find out on his own terms.
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