It came soon enough.
A mass of water that poured from the mountains like a Great Flood. Even if I flew (with my astral projection, of course) so high in the sky that trees looked small as grass and pillar mountains looked small as trees, the streams of water looked countless and endless.
The streams were churning grey and dirty brown, almost black, from all the dirt they carried with them. Where it could, water followed existing rivers, but where there were none or not enough of them, it overflowed and created its own streams.
This was why we needed a wall that could encompass the entire length of the region of melted snow. Because otherwise, these streams would've found a way into the Bee Empire.
From this high up, the speed of the water looked slow, but if I were to teleport closer, it would rush past me faster than a car. The mass of water was strong enough to uproot entire pillar mountains that got in its way and carry them down the mountains.
