The False-ward was burning my skin even with all the snowstorms and icy wind blowing. After about seven or eight minutes, when we barely covered half the distance, my endurance was at the short end. So, I infused spirit energy around my body to soothe the burning a little.
However, the further I went, the further the heat rose. It melted away the thin layer of armament I formed to protect my skin. I needed to exert more energy just to keep myself going, which was a deal-breaker because I would need all the energy for this operation.
After only a couple of minutes more, Lord Penron noticed my dilemma. He considered the situation for a moment and opened his mouth. “Stop that old junk of tin,” he said, “I’ll carry you.”
I shook my head, however. “Lord Penron,” I said, “I’m glad to hear the offer, but we can’t delay any longer. I didn’t know how far it had reached by now.”