Upon seeing this message, Ethen Cole felt a wave of emotion. He paused and carefully composed a reply to Mentor Alin Nawar.
"Sir, the plane is about to take off. Please proceed to board promptly."
The staff member responsible for boarding approached and urged Ethen Cole.
"Alright."
Ethen Cole nodded, put away his phone, and walked through the jet bridge into the cabin. Fifteen minutes later, flight MU9876 took off like a bird spreading its wings.
Sitting by the window, Ethen Cole looked deeply through the cabin window at the Sokara base below.
He would never forget the days he spent at South Lake Manor in the Sokara base with Mentor Alin Nawar during those two weeks at the age of eighteen.
At South Lake Manor, in the teacher's office, an elderly mentor with gray hair looked at Alin Nawar, who was sitting nearby engrossed in his phone, and remarked: