"We're almost there."
The warhorse accelerated, galloping wildly westward.
Half a day later, Wen Yan stood by the raging river. It churned with waves, mixing in so much air that the water appeared silvery white.
Wen Yan stood somewhat disconsolately by the river, unpacked a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for himself.
Great, great, so it's just a game, huh?
He looked out into the depths of the river, which seemed to be just over a thousand meters wide, a distance where one would normally be able to see the other side.
However, as he looked now, beyond a thousand meters, the river began to look ethereal, as though it were a model that had been half-constructed and not yet rendered. The waves there appeared as if drawn with lines.
And beyond that, further into the distance, there was only the Void.
