Even though the wind was battering against my face as the Jackal powered over the sand with frightening ease and relative silence, the sun above us was being an absolute prick as it slowly - painfully crawling through the sky at a snails pace - descended down towards the horizon, emitting that heat that made me feel like I was being baked alive despite all the measures I had taken.
A Mana Cloak made from icy water that bathed my entire body, an enhancer to the wind smacking against me, completely covered in breathable cloth, hydrated and satiated... there was nothing I could do to be more prepared for the desert we were riding through, and yet here I was, miserable and wanting to bury myself beneath the sand to escape the sun's rays even if that meant actually being baked.
