Kapitel 150: • The Tear That Would Not Fall

The harsh winds of the drought blew mercilessly and through its tenacity, Spheris trudged ploddingly. He was carrying Cerene on his back as the air stung his skin, and the relentless sun beat down on him mercilessly.

"The river in the west," he kept muttering as he walked further. "The river in the west."

Cerene laid on his back, hands around his neck and head on his shoulder. Her skin was now a ghastly gray, blackness pooling beneath her closed eyes. Her breaths were labored, wheezy, and every time he heard them, Spheris felt a knot tighten in his chest.

But he pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to save her.

Moments ago, Cerene had finally succumbed to the effects of the Drought Calamity. They had tried to go further, hoping to meet up with the rest somewhere in the journey.

Alas, Cerene's Consequence refused to not be an issue.