Gantlet Woodland, Seventeenth Night.
"Just a little more and the land will come out." a woman who was riding through the waves of the flood whispered to herself, "I miss the solid ground that I can walk on."
Around her were vortices of wind. From time to time, there would be fluctuations from these vortices that would release a wild and sharp wind in the form of a bird.
Saying that there were hundreds of formless sharp birds towards the woman was even an understatement.
However, none of these wind blades even touched the woman's clothing.
This woman is obviously Imee Bonvon who was experiencing the Land of Trials for herself. At first, it seemed like her feet were smoothly coursing through the surface of the flood. However, underneath her was actually a giant fish, maybe even larger than a blue whale.
Imee was riding the Water Sentinel!
Swoosh*