Two days had passed since they began traveling together, and as they walked the plants became more and more sparse. The sun grew hotter, beating down without mercy, and the soil became loose and sandy beneath their feet.
The air was dry, and breathing it in brought dust along with every breath, coating the throat and lungs.
Damon turned around to look at the two sweaty children. Their faces were red, skin flushed and sticky from heat and exertion, their expressions strained as they tried to keep up with Damon and Lazarak's pace.
That was considering they were actually sitting on the back of the lesser demon.
"Do you want to stop and rest?"
Lyn gasped for breath, shoulders heaving as he clutched the demon's hide.
"Yes, please." His whole body felt sore, muscles screaming. He was not even sure if he still had his legs or arms anymore. His back ached badly, and he hated that it was not yet nightfall. Even if it was, he was not sure they would stop and rest.
