C102 Chapter 102

The kindling was consuming viciously, yet Gerald Wimbledon didn't feel a significant part of the intensity.

In spite of the fact that he was in a huge tent made of sewed calfskin, and the ground was likewise totally fixed with no air spillage, he actually felt cold. His toes were particularly cool, they were nearly stuck to the point that he was unable to feel them any longer.

"This damn spot