"The fog tide and eternal night are expected to last for about three more days... Nonsense."
The young interrogator rustled the newspaper aside dismissively and said, "My cousin in the navy told me they all returned to the port for defense, and the shells piled on the docks can almost drown the harbor, as are the monsters in the fog. Didn't Fenter just come back from above? He said the cannon fire at the port is still going on. This disaster will last at least another week. Those creatures won't miss such a good opportunity."
"The press never tells the truth," his colleague agreed, leaning back on a wooden chair with his legs on another chair.
