End of the Storm

Kazi Hossain's mismatched eyes zoomed thirteen kilometers. The details emerged. Not some blob, not some smoke, real details of what had happened with the Red Bake-kujira. First, Jules and Matty were nowhere to be seen. The same could be said for Booker. Second, the tinge of red that illuminated the skeleton whale had grown thicker. Stronger. Bolder. 

Oh no. 

"Kazi, is something wrong?" Pauline cocked her head. She couldn't see. She couldn't feel it. None of them could

'Is the organ going to explode? Stopping one after the other...' 

The Red Bake-kujira. Its spine almost melted and practically dangling with the rest of its body, half-dead and trudging forward with nothing but sheer force of instinct and love for her brother. It was moving and even at such a pathetic rate, it was going land. It was going to reach Matsue Castle and cause mass destruction.