The sea breeze, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder, swept across the deathly silent Dragon's Fang Port.
The despair-inducing Void Sea Demon had already dissolved into motes of light that scattered across the sky.
But the terrifying pressure still lingering in the air made it so the survivors didn't even dare to breathe.
Old Zhang leaned against a grease-stained cargo container, his one eye completely bloodshot. His hand was still locked in a death grip on the grenade he hadn't activated.
He stared blankly at the fighter jet in the sky, a sound like a wheezing bellows coming from his throat.
"We… we survived?"
The young man next to him pulled the cotton wadding from his ears.
He didn't even notice the blood trickling from his ear canals. His mouth hung wide open, wanting to shout but unable to make a sound, as tears and snot streamed down his face.
Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, scattering in patches across the devastated docks.
There were no cheers.
