Heat waves distorted the horizon as four figures trudged through endless dunes. Yao Xue's normally pristine white hair clung to her sweat-drenched face. Her delicate ice-blue robes, perfect for the Frostwind mountains, proved disastrous in the desert sun.
"I can't... take another step." Yao Xue stumbled, catching herself on a scraggly bush.
Yue Ying shot her a withering look. "The Frost Princess, brought low by a little sunshine? How disappointing."
Twenty paces ahead, Yuan Xia maintained a relentless pace. Her modified Black Heaven whip-sword clinked at her hip with each step. Behind the group, Xie Mu's eyes remained fixed on an ancient tome, somehow managing to read and walk without tripping.
"Yuan Xia," Xie Mu called out. "Do you know where we are going?"
Yuan Xia didn't answer.
"I wasn't built for this climate." Yao Xue fumbled with her empty water skin. "My cultivation focuses on ice and frost. And these clothes..."