I breathe out slowly, and the world energy around me cracks like it did at Drummand.
The left side is still mist while the other is a flaming haze.
I am balanced on top of the ship's mast, not wanting to damage the captain's cabin where Aiden is now lying.
The kid was in one of the empty spaces with the skiles down below, his fever refused to break, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do.
Over-exposure to world energy will lead to him dying from over-excursion, better known as a heart attack.
The saving grace is that his condition isn't getting any worse.
We have reached the river divide that leads to a narrow passage that allows us to see both sides of the shore.
Our fleet uses our sails to creep against the flow and enter the mouth of the divide, one ship after another, all six ships are weary and on guard against the savage tribes.
