After a couple of days of journey, tens of steamships arrived at the bustling port of Thyrate, one of the main ports in Northern Jozia. The waves crashed against the weathered stone docks. Their relentless rhythm is a testament to the ceaseless energy of the sea.
The port buzzed with activity, just like any other day. Merchants haggled over goods, sailors unloaded cargo, and seagulls swooped and screeched overhead.
However, amidst the familiar hustle and bustle, a sudden shift in the atmosphere sent a shiver through the hearts of the inhabitants.
The distant sound reached their ears, like a rumbling thunder fused with rhythmic churning. Its symphony was a curious blend of metallic clanks and hissing breaths they never heard before.
Gradually, the sound of steam-powered engines grew louder, drowning out the familiar creaking of wooden ships and the calls of seagulls.
Eyes turned towards the horizon, widening in awe and trepidation.
