The dam moved forward another dozen meters, crushing four more trees—two on each side—with loud rumbling and cracking of ice. Its movements sent splashes of water and ice ships flying, creating a cloud of mist that threatened to swallow the wall-guarding bees.
They dashed away each time, but I saw some of them being hit by the ice chips. The sharp shards left scratches on skin unprotected by their natural scales or clothing, sometimes even cutting down a health point.
But those injuries were minor compared to the damage to the dam itself and the riverbanks!
Unlike the ice wall, which sank into the ground under its own weight, the dam was lighter than the water surrounding it. It also wasn't fully connected to the bottom of the river—we didn't have time to build something like this.
So, with each meter that the flood pushed it forward, this mass of ice tried to detach from the bottom of the river and its banks and float higher. Where it would be carried away by the river entirely!
