Ignoring the uproar ahead.
The imposing middle-aged instructor turned around and closed his eyes.
Only when one stood high enough did one understand how vast the space beyond this world truly was.
It would be stranger if there were no hidden scheme behind this matter.
Yet it had been enough to make one of the Dawn Seven Stars boldly perish together with the enemy, enough to use such heaven-defying means to send the Mingwang Mecha inside.
This...
Was this still within the scope of what people like them could govern?
If they pushed their speculation further, they had no idea how many layers of masterminds lay behind this affair.
Each layer ran deeper than the last.
Even if someone wanted to investigate further, on Capital Star, where no one knew what demons and monsters would leap out the moment they stepped into the water, there were probably countless people willing to come forward and take the blame, weren't there?
A mocking yet sorrowful smile flickered across his face.
The Dawn Instructor, whose robes bore a golden sun emblem that set him above ordinary instructors, shook his head almost imperceptibly and gradually walked away.
"Twelve broken ribs."
"One hundred and thirty-seven internal bleeding points."
"Two fractures in the shoulder blade."
"Twenty-one deep muscle injuries."
"Electrolyte imbalance."
"But..."
"The patient's mental state is abnormally stable! His consciousness is exceptionally clear."
A female medical assistant stared at the countless figures flashing across the instruments, her face filled with disbelief.
"What about the other readings?" A male doctor beside her frowned and asked.
"His breathing is weak, but still within the normal range."
"Blood pressure is normal!"
"Heart rate... one hundred and fifty beats per minute! But... it's still normal!"
The assistant knew the latter half of that sentence was inappropriate, but she