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No Compromise
10. Without
Vacuo was cruel and dangerous, even without the Grimm. The desert sands blew into dunes, the ever-shifting landscape only carved out by the near-prehistoric creatures which roamed their plains. Food was a scarcity, safety even more so. Adam became accustomed to the chill in his bones- now no longer damp from the camp, instead coming from the wind. It howled endlessly. The cold made his scarred horns ache.
But Adam was a fighter. Many others were not. He learned this quickly, as their trail, hopping from oasis to oasis, was punctuated by the bodies of his friends. He couldn't save them.