The central river was constructed to be long enough to split the entire island in half and wide enough to make the other side look like a distant coastline.
The churning waters were so violent that they would drown you in seconds if you misjudged the currents. Even the most capable swimmers were reluctant to dip their feet in it.
Unless a Cadet possessed some kind of water-affinity innate ability or their Arsenal was stacked with aquatic-type Acquire Cards, to even think about crossing the river without a bridge was nothing short of suicidal.
And yet, right in the center of the roaring silver expanse, a bloody battle was taking place. Dozens of fighters were clashing directly on top of the tumultuous river.
Spells were detonating everywhere, throwing cascades of frothy water high into the air.
