Hellfire Peninsula was a barren land, its red wastes stretching for a thousand miles. Fierce winds swept across the crimson earth, stirring up clouds of red dust.
The cracked ground lacked the nourishment of rain. The scene seemed eternal, as though it would remain unchanged for ten thousand years.
A band of humans slowly made its way forward.
They wore chain mail beneath the blazing sun. At the head of the column, their captain raised his head and looked at the sky. Feeling the heat rolling in from every direction, he cursed outright. "This damned weather never changes."
The human captain was thoroughly displeased.
The weather on Hellfire Peninsula was unbearably hot, with sunlight pouring endlessly from the sky.
The heat alone was hard enough to endure, let alone while wearing chain mail. His equipment was heavy and absorbed the heat.
Under the relentless sunlight, his entire body burned.
It felt like being trapped in a steamer, leaving him utterly miserable.
"Captain, the mountains ahead are rather treacherous. We should rest and regroup, then send scouts to investigate," a man suggested, striding up beside him.
The captain glanced at the man, then looked at the sky again. It was noon, the hottest part of the day.
He hesitated, tempted to stop for a rest. After some deliberation, however, he abandoned the idea and said, "No, we keep moving."
"We're not far from our destination now. A few more hours, and we'll be there. Then we can rest without worrying." After weighing the matter, the captain refused the suggestion and continued, "Rather than resting here, we should get back to camp, turn on the air conditioner, and enjoy some cool air. Then we can escape this heat completely."
At that, a nostalgic look crossed his face. Clearly, he sorely missed the