บท 937: Approaching Madness

They had drawn closer, though the speed with which the ships moved was dreadfully too damn for Ashema's taste.

Opungale was a good two hundred kilometers away, and at this distance, a great, faint barrier encasing the enormous continent finally became visible to the eye and perceivable to extraneous magical senses.

With a single glance, Ashema appreciated how powerful it was.

The most unique thing about it, was the fact that it had an unbelievable amount of resources powering it. As far as Ashema knew, constructs meant to protect or guard, usually had a pulse which exposed the network of the supply – where the flow of energy was strongest and where it was weakest. No barrier was perfectly even, as far as he knew, because there was always a finite level of energy allocated to a barrier.

This one was different.