Chapter 62. Arid Anakim

NABU

Hot whiffs of air carrying particles of dust sweep by as the sun shows us no mercy with its tormenting rays. In front of me is a yellow arid plane and beside is a rocky highlight. There is no doubt that this narrow path on which my army threads can serve as a death trap.

My eyes are darting from angle to angle as several alarm bells ring in my head. My heart is clenched and my pulse races. Having traveled for a month and a half, depression, worry, and anxiety plague me, especially ever since we officially stepped into Anakim—the driest and rockiest landscape on the continent.

All through the trip, my heart seemed to be absent, leaving me as a corpse trudging toward an endless, meaningless destination. From the moment I took my first step toward the east, it felt as if I left my heat behind. I cannot stop thinking about the two men in my life—Cyrus, and Felix. If I have lost any of them I would gladly give my life away in this battle to break the curse which do