Warship Soaring Across the Sky

Just like that,

Doctor Miss found an overlooked seat and sat down, her gaze discreetly sweeping across every corner of the carriage.

In silence and contemplation, she took in the myriad scenes of life within the train car:

Everyone wore different expressions, but they shared the same barely concealed anxiety and unease.

Among the passengers were trainee teachers stepping into actual combat for the first time, their faces full of apprehension toward the unknown challenges ahead;

There were also seasoned scholars who, despite their vast knowledge, could not help but feel afraid when facing the threat of demons and the Abyss.

But no matter what happened,

There would always be an impassable gulf between theory and actual combat.

Yet none of them were too restrained at this moment, instead rapidly exchanging information.

After all,

For scholars, the more they knew, the greater their chances of surviving in the future.

But when someone mentioned the tragic fate Saint Mourning Academy had suffered, the atmosphere in the carriage immediately froze.

That once-glorious holy institution of history had now become a victim of Abyssal Contamination, with demons running rampant and lives devastated.

The news weighed on everyone's hearts like a massive stone, filling them with even more uncertainty and fear about the mission ahead.

Klosan knew very well that many people wore worried expressions,

Because they had essentially been assigned as volunteers to provide support.

Lorenz Riel was ultimately just an academy organization. Many of its Tower scholars were very likely not combat-oriented, but in such an unpredictable era, everyone's fates were tightly intertwined.

No one could remain completely detached,

No one could fully escape.

But Klosan had no time to pay attention to them.

She had finally found the time to secretly contact Su Wen through the Dawn System.

So, in the