The heat intensified anymore, and it was not normal like she was getting near the lava. Her breathing ragged, and she was so weak.
The last content of the water filled her drying mouth .
“We rest here,” Lord Asverin said, catching her state. He handed her another receptacle of water that she got in haste. Drinking it as if it was her only thing needed.
“It's getting hotter and it's burning,” Kristel grunted, and she long to sit however the sand was searing coal. Her eyes roamed the empty desert. Lifeless.
“I never been a place that it's burning, and the temperature are going 100 degrees Celsius,” he spoke while consuming the water. “This area really fits its word.”
“Indeed, Sir, I agree.” She looked at the man, serious facade and looking ahead. “Should I call you, Uncle Haren?” T
