Progress was slow, and the stronger warriors of the desert legion didn't have much to do as all threat could be taken out with relative ease, sand whales could be tricky foes if you let them get to you, but no soldier was foolish enough to get close to such a beast, the sand beast was always turned into a pincushion before it was allowed to even realise that it was under attack.
The same was true for all of the creatures that were encountered and discovered by the undeads as the scouts explored every millimeter available and more camps were being set up every week or so, the simple, scorching sun wasn't showing any signs of going away even after nearly a month passed since it loomed over.
It was to be assumed that the undeads had merely shown up within the realm toward the end of its last cycle…
