When the diurnal cycle reached its culmination, Mel was weathering the ruination birthed by the accumulated venom. Catching his breath throughout the span of the evening repast proved insufficient for him, and whilst traversing the return path, he was compelled to march securing the succor of twin disciples.
One of them was Sam, and the alternate was the male disciple boasting the paramount altitude. To endure the sheer magnitude of Mel's vessel, one was mandated to possess a towering altitude at the minimum; otherwise, you risked being crushed beneath his soles.
Although the Outer Circle resided neither upon the coast of the sea nor within a valley, it existed under the dominion of a gale sweeping from the north. Though it retreated to slumber for concise intervals, this breeze—which battered whatever manifested in its path for the majority of the diurnal cycle—was on duty this nocturne as well.
