When we reached the field, the desperation was far worse than I'd imagined.
The ground held no water, and some parts looked like it was rotting.
The crops were black and there were animals scavenging around.
"I don't see what you think you can do," The first farmer commented as he crossed his arms, but ignored him and squatted down.
I dug my fingers into the soil, and immediately, images of ingredients flipped through my mind like an open book, but then my fingers hit something scolding hot and I gasped as I ripped my hand back.
"What happened?" Noah grabbed me and pulled me back to my feet, and looked at my burnt fingers, "Oh, cr*p, that's from Dragon fire, there must still be hot coals beneath the surface."
"It's fine," I pulled back, "My cream will fix what my healing power can't.
