The Phoenix Flight and Glacier Talon ships docked at a part of the harbour a good distance away from the Leviathan.
The remains of Norfolk's harbour stretched before them like the aftermath of a war. Dock cranes stood twisted at odd angles, some collapsed entirely into the blackened water. Cargo containers were scattered across the shoreline like toys thrown aside by a careless giant.
Several ships had already capsized, their rusted hulls half-submerged beneath the oil-dark waves rolling in from the Rift.
Devon took in a shaky breath.
Blood, ozone, methane and something rotten permeated the air. A few corpses, monsters and humans alike, floated around them, bodies mangled and bloated.
"This is just awful," Alisha squeezed her nose with two fingers, face twisted with disgust and pity. "Looks like those beasts ran from these parts when they saw our ships docking."
