He spun, searching the darkness, and somehow he was able to see through the mist. As if it thinned just for him. Distant, beyond the city, he picked out the trailing lights of something out on the open sea. An enormous warship, a Pewternaut-class vessel that had been docked all day. A show of force, he’d thought. But also the fastest way to carry something large toward Elendel. A method that couldn’t be stopped by a railway or road blockade. The bomb was on that ship.
