121 The Desperation They Felt

…What in the hell is up with this weather?! First that endless downpour and now this godforsaken heat? It's like being an oven out here!

Who the fuck's messing with the thermostat up there?! I swear if I find out who's responsible for this goddamned weather, I'll…!

A muffled, half-hearted shout from inside of the bakery interrupted Reed's thoughts and he hollered back to the other half of Summer's Ambrosia that he'd finish soon.

The word 'hot' couldn't even begin to appropriately describe the weather outside. It was an infernal, borderline unmanageable monsoon of scorching heat and bone-dry wind.

There was no humidity in the air, so the power of the heatwave had been amplified beyond normal. It had gotten so bad outside that a faint, persistent shimmer in the air prevailed wherever one looked.

Cruel mirages of water tormented anyone who dared to take a step outside of their homes.