Heavier and heavier, tearing at the light inside of me, dying like a soft ember barely clinging to hope. I try to use the pain to my advantage, to become the pain. That’s all there is now-pain and determination. Will I even know it when I reach the inner circle, where a mortal cannot survive even an hour? Will I realize the life is being sucked from my body before it’s too late?Įvery lung full sends more pain cascading through my chest but I don’t dare focus on that now. The poison in the atmosphere gets stronger until it feels like the acid isn’t only on my skin-it’s inside me. Sweat drips down my back and beads on my forehead as the heat pressed in. We’re getting closer to the center of the Schorchedlands. The searing pain scatters over every inch of exposed skin, leaving red welts behind, but I clench my jaw and push through the pain. Dark fluid flutters from the sky like flurries of snow, except instead of the gentle sting of frost, it’s the harsh bite of acid. I push harder, feet thumping over the uneven ashy terrain.
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