The aquatic slipstream roared across the dry, cracked plains of the eastern provinces. It was a contained hurricane of deep ocean water moving at impossible speeds. The massive magical tunnel breached the invisible boundary of the golden dome of Sanctuary and decelerated with absolutely flawless, terrifying precision.
The roaring tunnel of water did not crash violently into the courtyard. Caspian exerted his absolute dominion over the fluid mechanics at the very last second. He guided the millions of gallons of deep sea water gently into the thirsty soil of the valley. The localized, high pressure current dissolved into a heavy, refreshing mist that blanketed the silver grass and washed the lingering smell of volcanic sulfur from the air.
