The southern coastline of the Welch Governorate was littered with wood rafts and small boats stranded on the shore.
Amidst the motley collection of vessels were planks with untrimmed branches and waterlogged crates, looking as if struck by a disaster at sea.
And indeed, that was the true story.
Most of the Weilante people crouching by the shore bore expressions of palpable fear; some shivered with soaked shoulders, while others hung their damp clothes on tree branches, sneezing by the bonfire.
And not far from them, people occasionally struggled out of the sea, dragged ashore with the help of their compatriots.
The Triumph City Near Sea Defense Fleet had their sailors working desperately to help them, using rubber dinghies and ropes to save those unlucky ones swept away by the tides and bring them to shore.
