Michael's eyes were locked onto the spaceship and the docking bay behind the other students and teachers. His eyes shone brightly, revealing his excitement.
The spaceship loomed before him majestically. Its sleek, elongated form exuded grace and power. It resembled a robust, silvery dart with wings that curved gracefully on its side. His imagination was running wild, making him visualize it as a combination of a bullet and an airplane, designed for both speed and maneuverability. He chuckled at that and kept admiring the stunning piece of craftsmanship.
The surface of the silver spaceship was smooth and reflective, almost like polished metal. The back of the spaceship had powerful engines that emitted a soft, glowing light that originated from origin energy.
Just staring at the spaceship was enough to make Michael's heart beat faster. It was a Tuar-Type spaceship that was smaller than the Dekaloss-class spaceship, but several times faster.
