It takes us quite some time to drift further and further away from Dairelis. The city is suddenly a small spot on the horizon, while we’re nearing the part, where crossing might get tricky.
I turn to look over my shoulder, watching as enormous trees tower over us, pressing us closer in with each wave that carries us forward. We are nearing the strait faster now, the Guardians probably wanting to get through it as fast as possible.
But in the next moment, I notice the land is literally starting to grow together. I blink a few times, trying to stop myself from imagining things, but I soon realize this isn’t my imagination’s doing. Just a moment before we sail into inevitable fate of getting crushed, I shout: “Stop the boat!” The Guardians obey my order immediately, probably because t
