Complete Desolation 2

To take the easy route, the easy way out wasn't an option for him. He would not take that option after seeing the results by himself, it wasn't worth the results. To betray everyone he ever loved, to give up… never again. Kyrie plunged his lips into the small puddle of water.

As the small flame in his hands melted it and heated it until it could be drunk, a small handful of drinkable water would soon cool down and become snow and ice again.

The flame acted like a small, rotten rodent gnawing his bone marrow to draw energy to allow its existence and heat the water.

His vision darkened and blurred, a humming buzz inside his eardrums as he drank. His stomach reacted violently to the water, an urge to puke when there was nothing in his stomach. An urge to eat even when he wanted to puke, to get sustenance.