Chương 1789: 1789. White Sands

The march toward the desert was going to be a short one. The sun had clearly begun to feel hotter now that everyone had it on their minds. This wasn't really true though. It was the illusion in their heads because of where they were going. But just because of that, many of the water mages had gone out of their way to add in a frost spell to the mud covering of those that wore it. This sudden addition was wise since it also helped maintain the body temperatures and morale of everyone moving. 

The party was a little different though. They were less focused on the fact that they were covered in mud to resist the brutal heat that they were walking toward. Instead, their eyes were on the surroundings as they marched toward the front.