The heat of the sun was weak but bright enough to send their splendor on the body of the stones and valleys that stretched on the horizon. Like always, the day's work had drilled deep into the afternoon with little food and water to keep the strength oiled. It doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that kept him and the others sane was the voice of their pickaxe on the stones. Food was a luxury and water? Nadi tried to swallow but cursed when the friction caused his throat to join together, driving a thrilling pain and hunger that could only be seen in the eyes of a hungry lion. This was his blight, his misery, and his cross. There was no way out of here. This hell was indeed hotter than he had thought.
Rubbing off the sweat from his brow, he was about to land another blow on the rock whe
