The water crashed all against them as Ares and his company were swept away by the torrent of water. Yet the water did not seek to crush them, though it had alarmed the group. It swept them further in as Stah'O bolted through the water like an arrow, following the group as he used the torrent to guide himself as well.
The water wasn't too cold or too hot, and it didn't press on them like rocks trying to crush them, but rather as though they were a heavy set of clothes against their body. There are a swoosh of air before they were dropped down onto land. Unfortunately the water did make them and their gear wet.
Ares took off most of his clothes to strain them, but Stah'O had called for a small fire pit to be made so they could dry off with the flames. Ares looked around to see almost a mile of land ahead that was fairly flat with cube buildings that clustered together, sometimes even five cubes high. It was all the… same? Each building was exactly like one another, suffocatingly so.
