The journey across the continent of Aethelgard was completely devoid of the panoramic, terrifying majesty that Kael had offered during their flight to the southern volcano. Inside the localized aquatic slipstream, there was no opportunity to look down upon the ruined plains or the petrified forests. There was only the absolute, overwhelming sensation of impossible forward momentum and the deafening roar of highly pressurized water.
The magical tunnel was a direct violation of natural physics. Caspian had essentially created a horizontal, frictionless cannon barrel made of pure fluid dynamics, and he was firing them through it at a speed that rendered the outside world completely illegible. The landscape beyond the swirling sapphire water was nothing more than a violent smear of dull browns and dead greys.
