Under the morning light the wasteland looked a little monotonous, a landscape of rocks and sparse vegetation. We'd been traveling for hours toward the fourth outpost, our feet dragging against the soil and our minds alert for danger.
There were more interesting sections in the wasteland where multiple ruins could be seen, but here the landscape was as boring as it could get.
I pulled out my notebook during our rest, flipping to the page where I'd sketched the pattern for the Sense spell. Twenty small spheres stared back at me from the page, deceptively simple in appearance yet maddeningly difficult to maintain in my mind simultaneously.
After mastering Mend, I thought this would be easier, but Intelligence at level 14 apparently wasn't enough to hold twenty distinct magical constructs in perfect harmony, or I was missing something.
"Still working on that?" Kira asked, settling beside me on a flat rock. She wiped sweat from her brow.
