The weather in the desert was as fickle as the turn of a coin. One moment, the sun blazed down with a sweltering intensity, painting the arid landscape in a harsh, unforgiving light. Then, as the sun dipped beneath the western horizon, as if fleeing from the scene it had created, an icy chill would descend with a sudden vengeance, seeping into every pore and crevice. Without a haven to ward off the bone-chilling gusts that swept across the desolate expanse, the prospect of enduring the long, dark night seemed a nigh-impossible feat.
Only Jia lingered loyally by Limon's side. She was not part of the motley crew of mercenaries but an intrepid adventurer who had chosen to cast her lot with Limon on this perilous journey.
