Contrary to what Ryn expected, chaos hadn't descended immediately.
Everyone wasted no time, boarding on Braum's airship. It tore through the darkened sky and descended toward the nearest harbor, which coincidentally was Pearlreach.
They had briefly considered approaching the fracture directly, circling above the ocean where the beam had struck.
Braum shut that down immediately.
"We don't chase something we don't understand," the Dwarven Hero spoke. "Something of this caliber rarely meant good news."
So Pearlreach it was.
As the airship lowered through the clouds and the docks came into view, the reaction below was not what Ryn expected.
The port was full.
Ships sat idle in the water and dockworkers stood frozen where they had been working.
Every face was turned upward.
Dwarves were not a skittish race. They did not flinch easily or fear storms.
But this…
Ryn, along with his party, descended from the gangplank quickly as they surveyed upward.
