"There are truly many mysterious and unknown things in this world..."
Byron Kirk sat in the office of the Port Military Management, unable to help but remark.
Outside the window, the sound of waves from the distant sea rose and fell, while the cries of seabirds occasionally swept over the port area. The slanted sunlight spread into the vast buildings of Northport from the broad sea surface, casting distinct shadows between the new ramps, houses, towers, and walls. A squad of soldiers marched in neat formation toward the watchtower for a shift change, and farther away, magic-guided vehicles laden with supplies rolled over the newly paved concrete road. Merchants responding to the recruitment lined up at the checkpoint to wait for passage, and the noise of engineering machinery roared from a further distance—that was the direction of Pier No.2 Connection Bridge.
