Smelling the danger wasn't enough until I saw it. The giant and I kept looking for an entrance for an entire hour.
The course on the side of that widening river was filled with trees and mud, but there was no hole whatsoever for tens or even hundreds of miles.
Until we finally stumbled upon a deep groove caused naturally on one bank of the river.
"It's on the other side," I said while observing this long and seemingly deep depression on the other bank of the river.
"Hang tight," the giant said, "I'll carry us to the other bank in no more than three steps."
The width of the river now was extending for miles, making the task of crossing it a bit risky. I could see a swirlpool here and there, but I couldn't tell the depth of the river.
But for my giant things seemed a bit simple as he crushed heavily on the rushing waters, creating a sort of shockwave that extended for miles around.
