Dealings En Masse

"Ah crap, is it me or it's getting even warmer?" a guard in darkish armour expressed his distaste toward the weather.

The siamese suns had grown brighter, glancing up could earn you a good few seconds of complete blindness at this point, inside of their suits of armour, the brave defender of the city were getting cooked, a terrible stench of sweat emanating from all of them, even those having taken refuge under shadows couldn't escape the extreme heat.

Thankfully, their smell was shared by pretty much everyone, only those remaining inside, in their magically cooled interiors could enjoy themselves without being assaulted by the spheres of plasma in the distant sky beyond.

The people avoided coming to the outside for too long, whilst they, the armoured ones had to reinforce their bodies with mana to avoid passing out whilst standing, his vision distorted, one guard brought his hand just above the slits for his eyes on his helm.