A figure draped in a black robe flew over from the direction of Shadow Marsh, landing on the Typhon checkpoint. Immediately, soldiers and stationed officers approached to inquire about this Mage's purpose—Mages who master flight spells are not the same as those mass-trained "combat Mages." They come from the Royal Mage Association, having received systematic education and years of honing, usually stationed at communication Towers or branches of the Mage Association, and when such a person comes personally, it's clearly for an important matter.
"You should have stopped that train just now!" The black-robed Mage landed, looking ruefully at the magic train that had already crossed the border—it hadn't entered full acceleration but was gliding along the tracks. Yet the border was like an invisible wall; once crossed, no matter how slow the train moved, it was beyond the Typhon people's ability to catch it. "Damn it... there might be people secretly crossing the border on that train!"
