After a long, arduous journey and desperate battles, the three swaying warships finally reached the shore.
Gron was the first to jump off his ship. Standing on unfamiliar ground, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, carefully sensing the information in the air.
Gron lacked Isara's talent for spells. The Soulfire power within him was certainly formidable, but he could not control it with precision.
That power mostly made him even more unstoppable in direct combat.
As for casting soul spells?
Gron had confirmed it countless times: no matter what he tried, he simply could not cast them.
All he could say was that years of close combat had left him little energy to practice these things called spells.
Still, his enhanced body had its advantages. His flesh, strengthened at every moment, could detect the slightest changes in his surroundings.
Gron carefully sensed the world around him, checking for subtle differences between this shore and the other.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes.
"If my senses are right, we spent a little over three hours crossing the lake, but the humidity and temperature haven't changed noticeably."
"Either our ships were moving too slowly, or this lake is too big. Unfortunately, I have nothing to use as a reference."
Gron leaned toward the latter. He remembered every time the ships had rocked.
Judging by his senses, a rough count of the rocking from the moment they spotted the shore until they landed suggested they had traveled at least several thousand meters.
Of course, that made no sense when he thought about it.
The corner of Gron's eye twitched. Don't tell me this is some troublesome divine or supernatural power again?
Such things were all too common.
For example, this place might have been enchanted to make any