Bab 2036: Promised Storm

Rain was laying on top of her bedroll, too tired to move. The interior of her tent was like an oven, and the merciless sky was pummeling the world with heat outside. The mere thought of the radiant expanse of the sun-bleached bone, which seemed to glow like snow in the pouring sunlight, made her eyes ache for the comfort of shadows. 

Which was why the flap of her tent was closed, submerging the interior into a comfortable dimness. The passive enchantment of one of Rain's Memories kept her cool, and she could finally breathe. 

The past few days had been… challenging. 

The Song Army had set out north, marching at a truly punishing pace. They had to escape the pursuing enemy, sure, but the soldiers had not even had the chance to recover from the battle. Enduring the dire hardship of the hellish march immediately after that calamity was like a cruel torture. 

Everyone was slowly breaking under the strain…