The ghost ship retreated faster than it appeared.
The dense fog on the sea seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, surging from all directions towards the black cruise ship, wrapping its outline layer by layer.
Harding's last lightning strike sliced through the fog, only stirring up a brief ripple, with no feedback of a hit.
The Eye of the Storm circled low a few times and only withdrew slowly once it confirmed that the target was completely out of perception range, placing Harding and Deke back on the dock.
The port was unrecognizable at this point.
There were dragging marks everywhere on the ground of Dock No. 3, with containers scattered like toys all around.
Several cranes leaned crookedly against the adjacent buildings, broken cables dangling from the fractured steel frames, gently swaying in the wind.
There was plenty of blood on the ground, but few bodies.
Those sucked onto the ship didn't even leave behind corpses.
