The short-haul flight from "Star Ring City" quickly entered You Chong Star's atmosphere and crossed into the skies above the Boundary. Many people had yet to compose themselves.
Xin Rui narrowed her eyes slightly and watched the dazzling, multicolored light beyond the window in silence. The discussions in the cabin identified it as a high-energy jet stream in some part of the Boundary—the kind that had to be avoided.
The Boundary's complex field environment was destined to leave these young people overwhelmed, and they would need quite some time to adapt.
Sure enough, the topic of discussion in the cabin soon changed again. Through the windows on the other side, a distinct flight trail appeared, slanting down behind the mountain range with no apparent intention of landing at the airport.
Across the aisle, Ling Ji, a refined-looking young man and also Xin Rui's schoolmate from First Divine Palace School, turned toward her and struck up a conversation again. "That should be Priest Farul's support vessel. It's heading underground through the Boundary's geological fissures... A very difficult mission. But that's because things weren't handled properly before. Well, that's only a rumor."
Xin Rui did not respond. Whenever she pressed her lips together in silence, her expression became intensely distant.
Ling Ji had grown used to it, though. Just as he was about to say more, the flight, which had been preparing to land, began circling again.
Not long after, a rescue craft took off from the airport and headed into the depths of the vast mountain range.
Ling Ji continued, "See? The Boundary isn't safe. Every training camp has people who withdraw midway due to injuries. I heard there are even some worse-off unlucky souls. The training camp contracts are packed with liability waivers too. It's rare for two training camps