The vast and endless desert stretched before Ethan, filled with shimmering sand under the scorching sun.
The sunlight felt piercing, penetrating his skin as though it was gradually eroding his resilience.
Hours had passed since he left the pyramid, but it felt as if he had been walking for days over this blistering sand.
His body felt dry, and his throat was so parched he could only imagine the relief of a single drop of water.
"If only I could find a bit of water..." he murmured softly, yearning for the sight of a pond or river amidst the intensifying heat.
Ethan wiped the sweat from his forehead, resisting the urge to activate his Ice Armor.
His ability could indeed provide temporary relief, but it was too risky to use repeatedly in the harsh desert conditions.
The energy drained to maintain the magic could exhaust his body, potentially causing him to lose control.
