The sun shone down mercilessly. Its blazing heat dried up the moisture in the atmosphere, and not just that - even Nyne now suffered from severe dehydration. His eyes were sunken and his gaze was slowed and no longer sharp. Nyne's vision was quick to switch from clear to blurry and sometimes stayed blurred longer than it was clear. His tongue dried up and his throat was itching like crazy.
Nyne had been walking for hours since he arrived at the Mid Region. His knees ached, and the muscles of thighs and legs begged for a little time to rest, but Nyne did not wish to stop just yet. He was out of breath and weary with his throat itching terribly for a drink of water... even a drop will serve a great refreshing deal. Nyne swallowed his saliva on many occasions just to see if he could quench the terrible thirst.
