As the largest port native to Ingwig, countless ships were docked at Reindona Port. The sea breeze swept in, blowing into the coastal city, while the surging steam rose from one chimney after another, like arms slowly reaching toward the sky.
The surface of the sea gently rippled, causing the ships to sway lightly. The shouts of people and the high-pitched whistles of steamships were constant. Some ships were entering the port, while others were slowly departing.
The smell here wasn't pleasant; a mixture of strange odors had transformed into the unique scent of Reindona Port. It was like another Old Dunling, with countless foreigners arriving here by ship to trade, and many strange and exotic faces could be seen in the streets and alleys.
The train slowly stopped, and then the doors opened. After the steam dispersed, the crowd beneath it was revealed.
