"By the..! The longer we're here the stronger this damn storm gets! What is going on?!"
Anput's complaint fell on deaf ears as we continued to push through the sandstorm, Draka and I pouring out so much mana that we had been forced to drain a potion each just to keep ourselves from passing out - not even from the mana drain itself, but the tax it demanded of our bodies alongside the march.
Time losing meaning had become far too frequent in these last few weeks for me to be unaccustomed to it, but even then I simply had no idea if we had only been marching for a couple of minutes or if it had been an hour; either was terrible if I was being completely honest.