The air was hot, stale, and Daniel knew that, like his friends, it would not be long before he succumbed to unconsciousness. But he couldn"t give up. Darkness dappled his vision as he searched desperately for something to dissolve the magic or give him a few moments more air. He knew once the tiredness took him there would be no hope for any of them.
Tears stung his eyes as he grieved for Acha, but his grief could not delay him. He was their only hope. His blurred vision looked at another label on the phial. He squinted moving it within his sight until he could see its name, a challenge given the uncontrollable tremors passing through him. Sweat trickled down his face as he found himself further towards the ground, the effort of remaining sitting a heavy burden. The pressure of their live
