After making their final preparations, Yerin and the others followed the elderly academy official through the Leviathan's winding corridors.
Their squad was far from the only one being guided toward the ceremony.
As they made their way through the ship, Yerin occasionally caught sight of other squads moving in the same direction under the escort of academy staff.
The atmosphere differed from squad to squad. A few were still chatting with visible excitement, while others looked far too worn out to even bother speaking. Or perhaps hungry would have been the more accurate word.
Yerin did not pay them much attention.
Instead, as they passed one of the Leviathan's large port windows, her gaze naturally drifted outside.
The Leviathan was moving.
