We continue our journey mostly in silence. I can sense that everyone is getting nervous as soon as we change course to sail by the shore. It’s taking us a bit longer than I expected it would, and I must admit I’m feeling slightly famished already. I hope I’ll have enough energy for sealing this portal. And one more.
The closer we’re getting to the Phlegethon River, the borderline between the South and the North, the more eerie the silence is becoming. It doesn’t matter that we’re travelling in broad daylight, even if the sky is more or less cloudy. The sheer thought of being this close to the North makes everyone feel uneasy.
However, contrary to what I expected from my experience, I’m not nervous at all. I know how the North is like and what dangers are hiding just past the river,
