Revenge Of A Traitor?

Oberon felt an icy chill creep down his spine, his instincts warning him that he was no longer alone—like prey caught in the sights of a hunter. 

His breath hitched, and his gaze darted across the barren landscape. She's here, he realized. Kira must be hiding somewhere out here.

The oppressive heat of the crimson sun above him only worsened his condition. His body trembled with exhaustion, and his mana reserves had long since depleted. 

Without the mana to protect himself from the exhaustion, his skin felt like it was slowly cooking under the relentless sun. He couldn't walk any further, nor did he need to. He had caught her attention.

He collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath as his vision wavered. His body screamed for relief, but he couldn't give it. As a traitor who had barely escaped his kingdom, stripped of everything before his supposed execution, carrying extra supplies would have been far too suspicious.