"You're awake," Ned called out before Amari could even adjust himself to sit up. They were in one of the rooms which they rented in their short stay within the Ifrit Territory.
"How did you know?" he asked, sitting up.
"Your breathing changed, and your mana fluctuated."
"Oh," he muttered, then looked around the room. Belat lay on a similar-looking bed, still unconscious.
"I didn't expect you guys to give in to that place so easily. Well, even then it isn't really anything to scoff at. The infernal heat has grown weaker over the past few years. Even the strongest Acolytes would have avoided them if they were still a faction of their true strength,"
Amari looked at the man for a few seconds. Ned didn't seem like the kind of person to say such trivial lies, but what exactly did he mean that the heat had grown weaker?! If they didn't manage to get out in time they would have without question perished.
