Kyle's entire body started sizzling.
He let go of his hammer and rolled on the steep wall.
"Use your Soul! The sand is not connected to the cloud!" Theodor shouted.
After rolling for a couple of meters, Kyle grabbed the wall and used his Soul to keep him stable.
Then, he continued shaking off all of the Skysand.
By the end, almost all of his clothing had vanished, and he had burns covering around 40% of his body.
'Fucking! Why does fantasy land have to hurt so much?!' he thought as he gritted his teeth.
Keeping his focus was difficult under the pain, but he managed to do it.
Over the next seconds, Kyle's body recovered, but his hunger returned.
Healing so much had exhausted his Ether.
He quickly climbed back to his hammer and held it, giving his Soul a rest.
That was when Kyle noticed something.
'Ah fuck, I dropped my iron sheet,' he thought as he looked down.
