The roaring engines echoed in her ears as the transport aircraft broke through the clouds and gradually approached the ground. Then, the cabin doors opened one by one, and personnel jumped out from the belly of the aircraft, disappearing into the world below like tiny dots.
Walking to the cabin door, Tilan held the door frame with one hand, looking at the verdant valley below. All she could hear was the urgent wind. She stood on the anti-slip board in black leather shoes, knees slightly bent, then leaped down.
The intense airflow blew her tied long hair upwards, swinging rapidly in the air. As her altitude decreased, the valley mist approached, bringing a refreshing chill.
As she drew closer to the ground, a faint white glow appeared around her, slowly reducing her speed until her toes lightly touched the ground, and the hem of her dress gently descended with the airflow.
