The human oasis that the mages had found themselves in was at the heart of a scorching desert , a small swamp at the fringes of the camp being the only source of water in sight.
This was , however , a small-scale illusion created by the protection dome around the oasis. Once out of the dome , everything from the climate down to the typography would change in an instant .
" Brother , is it okay if I ask why you were once removed from the ranks of the mage's association ?" Naaman dropped down next to Hamilton under the shade.
"Why do you wanna know?" The man took out an alcohol flask . Without Cynthia to police him , Hamilton was slowly going back to his old ways.
" It just seemed odd for you to be dismissed only to be later reinstated and your rank even raised to second class," Naaman replied .
