Two weeks had passed since Commander Demetrius, along with a thousand men, was dispatched to what they had nicknamed the Maelstrom's Heart.
Few were privy to what the Maelstrom truly was, and in truth, it was better that way, according to the few Mystics and Cryptids that were among the men sent out.
In any case, the soldiers, bored as they were at the rather mundane tasks they were given, found different ways to alleviate their boredom while attempting to keep a close eye on the Maelstrom.
One of the ways they kept watch was by measuring the size of the Maelstrom with the aid of a variety of long-range equipment.
They had tried to get closer to do so but that ended up with the unfortunate deaths of twenty good men.
Never again.
So far, they carried out the measurements every fortnight, and thanks to their ancestors, the Maelstrom had largely stayed consistent, ignoring the marginal errors made during calculations.