The Crystal Port is the lifeblood of the city. Its name comes from a handful of strange underwater, translucent quartz pillars - possibly remnants of ancient Tlakari architecture - that rise from the water like frozen lightning, humming with residual energy. These pillars are now repurposed as docking beacons, their glow guiding ships through the treacherous coastal fog.
The air crackles with the scent of salt, ozone, and the acrid tang of electrified harpoons. The port never sleeps. By day, the sun glints off the steel hulls of whalers and the iridescent scales of Akkadian divers hauling cargo from the depths. By night, the quartz pillars pulse with eerie blue light, casting long shadows over the docks and turning the waves into a shimmering, bioluminescent carpet.
The Leviathan’s Maw: A massive, half-submerged warehouse where the day’s catch is processed. The floor is slick with blood and seawater, and the walls are lined with hooks holding everything from whale bones to the still-twitching limbs and strange, inedible deep sea creatures.