Book 7. Chapter 2: On the road (Again)
I was in a good spot all in all.
I had plenty of alone time in the middle of nowhere to practice all the new occult spells I'd stolen from Drakonis's video logs, hadn’t shown To’Orda any of my real tricks that were reserved for To’Avalis, and I was that much closer to the Icon.
Of course, my strategy wasn’t without risks. Such as being stuck in the middle of nowhere, surrounding by a deadly invisible miasma, and the blinking power indicator on my HUD slowly counting down how long I could live.
All in all, normal day for me.
The reserve power cell was full and unused, so eight hours there. And the primary had been tapped a little more than I’d hoped for in the fight and scuffling, it sat at five hours. Overall battery life of the suit: Thirteen hours.
Every single time I think the power supply is covered, I’m back on the timer again somehow. The universe always finds a way to eat my ration bars.
Journey wasn’t the only armor running on finite resources. My body was too. Air, food and water. Air was covered so long as I had a helmet on. And I was working on the water issue next.
“The filter isn’t rated for a bioweapon.” Cathida said, as the canteen was filled with lakewater. “I wouldn’t recommend taking a sip from that.”
“I got a plan.” I said, giving it a quick shake for luck once the thing was filled to the brim again.