Into the Fire

Heat.

It was hot. Lethally hot… a mundane human would not have lasted in this suffocating heat for long. Even as a Master, Sunny was struggling to breathe. His skin was burning. 

Sitting on the sand, hunched, he covered his eyes and looked up at the merciless white sun. 

The sun was like a small silver coin that hung high in the cloudless azure sky.

White sand. Azure sky. 

This was indeed the desert Nephis had once tried to cross. The one that lay east of the Forgotten Shore, stretching far and wide along the Hollow Mountains.

He couldn't see the dreadful black peaks, though. Either this part of the Nightmare Desert was much further north than the small fragment Nephis had traversed, or much further east, where the Hollow Mountains were no more.