There, a deep gray trail, barely noticeable to the naked eye, streaked across the sky at an astonishing speed towards the southeast.
The old man's face, lined with wrinkles, showed no expression, but deep within his cloudy eyes, a complex and indescribable glimmer seemed to flicker.
He lowered his head, looking at his blurred reflection in the muddy river.
Murmuring in a voice only he could hear, like a sigh:
"What a pity..."
"Time's running out..."
...
An hour later.
The hour-long terrifying feeling of being pressed into the seat and the sight of rapidly retreating clouds outside the window finally began to subside.
The speed of the Profound Bird Shuttle noticeably decreased, and its altitude was rapidly dropping.
"We are about to reach the outer platform of the Anjiang Province frontline command post, preparing to land."
The driver's voice sounded once again.
