The alarms were still ringing when Rasken swore.
"Damn it!"
His fist struck the window frame hard enough to crack the wood.
"We left our posts barely an hour ago!"
"Less than that," Veyra said.
Her green eyes hadn't left the blazing section of The Wall.
"I checked the western waters before I came here. There was nothing. Nothing big enough to do that."
"The east was clear too," Rasken snapped. "I swept it twice."
Torvek turned his head slowly and looked at Rasken.
"That blow came from the southeast."
"I know where it came from."
"Then you know whose side it's on."
Rasken's jaw tightened.
"Are you saying I missed it?"
"I'm saying something that size doesn't swim in from nowhere in an hour." Torvek's voice stayed low and rough. "Either you missed it, or it was hiding deeper than any of us can sense."
"And your post was upstairs!" Rasken jabbed a finger at the gallery. "Shouldn't you have seen something too?"
Torvek said nothing.
"Enough," Veyra cut in. "Argue later."
