Gods above, it was hot, Drake thought, staring up at the sickly green sun overhead.

The sun that

shouldnt have given off any heat logically, but nothing was logical in Malfeas.

He glanced around at his teammates. His circle. Little Aveza, tall and brooding Jager, and of course, the
absent minded Gabriel.

None of us are going to get out of here alive, He said quietly, to the tall, dark skinned woman padding
along next to him.

Seven Stars Rising shrugged her shoulders, blond hair ruffling as she did. You dont know that.

The Sidreals are already falling behind. Aveza is getting weaker, and Gabriel isnt doing much better.
And were only on day three of this infernal, god-forsaken trip.

Four left