As the journey progressed, the terrain shifted, the colors morphed, and the flora clinging to the bare earth varied, but only the wind remained eternal. It grew fiercer with each passing day; a single energy crystal was no longer enough to sustain the barrier shielding the Spirit Skiff from these raging gales.
Now, energy crystals occupied the small altars at the bow, midships, and stern, and the green-robed man swapped the depleted ones for fresh ones every two days.
"My Lord, I am not certain if the energy crystals will suffice!"
Abelionni cast a sidelong glance over his right shoulder at his subordinate, then donned a smile that rendered the gash across his face even more terrifying.
"Why do you think I brought you and Mila along?"
