Camila Serrano had followed Eclipse's fleet down the coast on a screen. Watching its first ship approach the Colombian berth, she found herself checking the vessels behind it again, scarcely able to believe they were all coming here.
Wings filled the sky above them. Armored riders guided their enormous mounts over the breakwater, and the men on the defensive towers abandoned their conversations to follow the formations overhead.
"Holy shit," the harbor commander murmured beside her.
She would have preferred something more dignified for the cameras behind them.
She understood him completely.
The naval harbor lay south of Buenaventura, within a coastal enclave their forces still held. Its guarded berth could receive Eclipse, though the commercial terminal they needed to recover remained farther north, along with the route into the mountains.
