The port had become a battleground of titans. The once orderly rows of containers now lay shattered and flung like toys, twisted metal and fractured concrete forming a chaotic landscape. The howling winds rushing in from the sea had grown even fiercer, caught in the storm stirred by the ferocity of the duel between Martina and the masked man.
The guards stationed at a distance tried to keep their footing, some bracing behind what little cover remained. The salty sea air stung their eyes, and the very ground beneath them quivered like a beast in fear.
One of the knights, wide-eyed and trembling, whispered, "W-what kind of monsters are they…?"
"They're not humans," another said, shielding his face from a wind blade that sliced past and embedded itself into the steel bulkhead behind him.
