The Stoneman Tribe

The sunless crimson sky stretched endlessly above the gray, ashen lands, illuminating everything beneath it.

With no wind to blow and no trees to provide shade or a cool place to rest, Magna kept walking, feeling the hot, dry air rapidly drying out his entire body.

A drop of sweat formed on his forehead beneath his long, messy black hair, slipping between his furrowed brows before running down the bridge of his nose and falling to the ground.

"Man... I'm thirsty." He muttered while dragging his tired legs forward, his eyes fixed on the 3 mountains that were his destination, though they were still quite far away.

He was quite sure he could endure going without water for days, yet he had barely been there for half a day and had already started to feel like his body was slowly drying out.