Two weeks and three days had passed since Caelan left Theronia, the capital of the Kingdom of Astoria.
He was now crossing the southern desert, a necessary ordeal on the path to Verridia.
“Whew…”
Caelan glanced up at the scorching sun. The air was so hot that every breath felt like it was searing his lungs.
“It’s filthy hot.”
At the sound of Gareth’s voice, Caelan turned to see him staring blankly at the sky. He managed a difficult nod in
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