Immediately, Jeming's keen senses captured a faint scream.
It was the sound of countless individuals mixed together, surging like waves from the direction of the port, rising and falling, but many were so brief that they were drowned out by some louder sound as soon as they were uttered.
Together, they formed a hair-raising background noise.
Harding and Deke hadn't gone far, and they too heard the blast on the street.
Deke's communicator went haywire at the sound of the explosion, a sharp buzzing emanating from the device at his waist.
He grabbed the communicator and pressed the answer button.
"The port is under attack! The port is under attack!" A voice nearly shouted from the other end of the line.
The background mixed with the sounds of explosions, glass shattering, and some deep, rumbling noise like a massive object in motion.
"It's a ghost ship anomaly! Appeared from the sea! It's huge, like a cruise ship! Requesting support! I repeat, requesting support!"
