The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a fiery glow across the shore.
Watts landed a short distance from the port, his suit retracting into a compact form before vanishing entirely, leaving him in a simple yet sharp ensemble that blended in effortlessly.
He walked with calm precision, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he approached the main reception terminal.
The port was a maze of towering shipping containers painted with logos in half-faded Mandarin and Cyrillic, their metallic surfaces glinting in the last fiery rays of the sun.
The rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the docks blended with the distant hum of machinery and voices calling out instructions.
Seagulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and piercing against the backdrop of this industrial hive.
However, inside, the air was cooler, the space organized with polished counters and automated kiosks that glowed faintly under the dim lighting.
