A few days later, the private ship finally arrived near the troublesome Intermediate Grade World.
At least, that was what Garion thought.
He stood near the window with both hands in his pockets, staring at the endless sea of stars outside.
The view looked no different from normal space. There was no giant glowing barrier, no massive world wall, no obvious boundary, and no dramatic cosmic gate blocking their path.
Garion raised an eyebrow. "So, where is it?"
Feron, who was sitting lazily behind him, looked up with mild amusement. "Where is what?"
Garion glanced back at him. "The Intermediate Grade World. Didn't you say we were arriving soon?"
Feron's expression turned a little smug. "We already entered it."
Garion paused.
A moment later, he turned around fully. "We have?"
Feron nodded calmly. "Yeah. A few hours ago."
Garion stared at him for a second. "Hah? Since when?"
