The storm devoured Free Port, the seawater reversed and surged up, effortlessly overflowing the pier, crashing through the narrow streets, inundating the slums in an instant, then surging towards the city.
The fierce wind howled between buildings, doors and windows trembled violently, people's cries and wails were constant, as if an invisible hand was slapping everything, trees toppled in ranks, crushing houses and collapsing bridges.
A blurred light slowly emerged from the rain mist, and the next moment, a steel creation, carrying scorching steam and rumbling echoes, smashed through the rain's barrier and sped off along the tracks.
On the roof of the train, Bologue struggled to lift his head, countless raindrops facing him, Free Port was entirely hidden behind the rain mist, leaving only a vague ghostly blue silhouette and the faint city lights in sight.
