Chapter 33 The Heavy Rain
He looked up at me, his brows furrowing. "Why not?"
I took a breath. "Because if the ground is already soaked, it won’t hold the weight of the wall. It’s not just about where the water starts—it’s about how stable the soil underneath is. Ten meters into the flood is already unstable."
Some of the other elders muttered something under their breath, clearly not pleased.
"If we build there, it might collapse halfway through or after the first heavy rainfall. Instead, we should build a wide wall just before the soft, soaked soil begins. That way, it’s more grounded. Like a dam—it doesn’t stop all the water, but it holds enough of it back to slow down the damage."
Elder Dominic didn’t speak at first. He stared at the map like he was trying to prove me wrong just by looking harder.
"She’s right," Damon said suddenly, stepping closer again. "I’ve seen humans do this. It works if the structure is wide enough to hold against the force."
Dominic sighed through his nose, still not liking it, but nodded. "Then we’ll adjust the plan."
I breathed out, realizing I had been holding it in.
Damon glanced at me again, something unreadable in his eyes. "Make sure they understand your idea. And supervise it properly."
I blinked. "Yes, Master."
As the men gathered their tools and materials, I walked down to the lower edge of the land, stopping where the dry soil met the floodwater. I crouched and dug my fingers into the mud. It was loose—too loose to build anything on.