The lifeblood of the region. It rises from springs in the southern highlands, flows north through the heart of the plains, and crosses into Iylovia—where it becomes the water the Gyv depend on to survive.
The Silzar could dam it. They could end the war in a season.
They haven't. Not yet. The Mammoth Covenant holds water sacred, and the elders refuse to cross that line. But the younger generation is asking harder questions every year.