The hot wind was blowing strongly across the endless plains and hills of sand, the light of the suns was scorching, brilliant as a tall figure stood upon a tall hill, overlooking an area that appeared no different from any other within this enormous desert.
Just like Alkayne, Ir'Houwl had also received word from Loimos, and much like her fellow, despite essentially having the realm under her thumb, she had ran into a problem, well, two problems would be more accurate…
The first was rather simple and Ir'Houwl herself couldn't actually do anything about it, but the Undevigintis could not be made into undeads or subjected to the will of the empire, the minor lord might be strong, but not to the point where she could just reach a sun and kill it, and forcing them to pass to the side of undeath through their worshippers would not work either as their wasn't a real relationship between them, the suns merely provided some vapour, the link was not strong as they were not deities at all.
