Max's anger over the betrayal subsided once he reached the riverbed.
The ceaseless flow of water reminded him of his countless hours spent under Khnum's rigorous tutelage.
He could almost hear the old sea god smirking as he talked down on him, " You think you can hold the river down? You can surely try, boy! "
Max was sure that was what he would say if he were here, his attitude lighting a fire under Max to prove him wrong.
Max raised his arms slowly, palms facing the onrushing water. Silence fell over the scene as the rushing river responded to his silent command. Its incessant roar softened, the mighty waves subsiding as the water parted, leaving a dry riverbed.
A collective gasp rang out from the assembled fourth legion. Their Lord, Ravan Bloodfall, had just single-handedly parted an entire river, an astonishing show of control and power that made their respect for him surge like the river he now held at bay.
