"Heh... I'm already across? That's a relief." I said weakly, surprised to see how much closer I was to the tower. Seemed as if the heat was playing with me, the hot air filled my insides with malaise. Considering the warmth, it was definitely making me rather loopy and on the edge - well, I ended up floating erratically in the air and almost exposing myself to the chasm below, the abyss staring into me... and I stared back, slapping my head and trying to get my head straight. It was blowing hot air straight at me, and I had to move towards Spruce again on the dry crisp land to avoid making myself even more sick. I felt pained all over, but sooner or later I would end up forgetting about it. You know, you're exposed to the same thing then over time you'll get used to it. It was only partially true, but it was certainly better than constantly moaning. I just had to be quiet when Spruce had to bring some bad news when it came to food, hoping the tower would have some pots or... just about any containers that we could loot. They do exist right? Davis always told me about those things...

Just probably the heat getting to me. So parched, hostile and dry that a cactus would probably cringe here and die. In fact, up ahead towards the tower, it seemed as if the cacti around were all browned and decayed. Some tried to grow under the rotting piles of plant matter, but it seemed as if it was a repeating cycle here. Meanwhile, it seemed as if the horizon was just one single plane line, the flatness of the land being straighter than the Sunswept Plains. In fact, if you thought about it, this place was Sunswept Plains 2.0. How horrifying. At least the Plains didn't make me suffer the effects of a heatstroke, despite how murky the sun seemed in the sky. My metallic skin was dulled from our adventures together with the group, scratched up and producing blurred reflections of the world.

...

That didn't even have anything to do with what I was talking about. Like I said, almost everywhere hurt and I was barely able to catch any words being exchanged by the group.

"So, Spruce..." I asked, realising I still didn't even know much about our group about a week into our adventures. "What's your history? You know, before we had to find some Legendary... fight a screwed-up Pokemon... confront Anthony. Just asking 'cause it seems as if I'm not gonna last much longer without help."