"A city, you say? With its own oasis?" Ir'Houwl received a most interesting report, the time of the red sun had ended without anything else happening, and since then, for months on end, it had just been what was now considered the most common, and thus, regular state of the desert, typical sand colour with a warm still sun capable of seemingly multiplying alongside moving suns that moved in a recognisable pattern.
Progress had been good even with the scorching heat forcing the undead to be especially meticulous, lest they catch fire as a whole and turn to ashes, until now, the minor lord had managed to avoid any of her soldiers meeting this fate, and at most, a few had received damage from beasts or monsters, the quantity and diversity of which remained mostly the same.
