Mira took several heaving breaths as she let her hand fall to her side. A sheen of sweat clung to her brow, and simply remaining on her feet felt like it required a great deal of effort.
"Damn it," she cursed under her breath.
'Even with the ring helping my spellcasting and mana recovery, I've already exhausted my reserves!'
She looked around to check on the others just as their vanguard cut down the last chittering desert rat.
Dealing with rodents was something she would never enjoy, but this had been their life for the past few weeks.
They had spawned in a desert, surrounded by barren land with nothing but sand and dry air for leagues on end. It was terribly hot during the day and unbelievably cold at night, making even their hours of rest an ordeal.
As a fire mage, Mira could easily have provided a fire to warm them whenever they camped.
However, after making that mistake on their first night, they had never lit another, choosing to endure the biting cold instead.
