The heat was ungodly today. It almost felt like it was melting him to the ground. Maarschalk took a few breaks, even though Oak was just a few miles away from Baska. He couldn't bear standing under the sun for over an hour a day, it just felt like he was constantly walking in a sauna. His darned magic had cursed him, goddamn Hades, he could hear him, laughing at him from the underworld. Lest for the sun, Maarschalk carried on and eventually ended up in the town of Oak. He'd been here before, this was the town of evil.
204/100
--exit