Off and on we caught views of the megapolis from the lower elevation of the riverbed upon which we have been traveling. Not much has changed from the memory I carry of Babylon when we skirted around it on our escape out of the citadel. The skyscraper that came down on that occasion has not been replaced. A great void in the skyline marks its absence.
Our forward progress ground to a halt where the water filled the riverbed from bank to bank, forcing us up and out into the open.
It was more water than we have seen in an age.
And its level appeared to be rising as we watched.
Elijah decided we must make for the road.