The road to Castelo Branco was empty, usually it had a few cars, but now they seemed to be the only ones in the road. In the middle of the way, they stopped, looked at Ponsul River and observed something strange, the flow that was usually large and still was now much more narrow and low, as if it was a river with swift currents.
- What happened here? – Zeca asked.
- They surely destroyed Monte Fidalgo's dam. – Norton answered.