Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Challenging, was an understatement, under the heat of two suns, her soldiers would be slowly getting cooked, smoke would quickly start arising from their bodies, flesh and bones would start subtly change as though being boiled, even the undeads whose dead bodies were aligned with the desertic or with fire wouldn't fare much longer.

As such, the construction of a base was taking much longer than it should, thankfully, the materials they were using could handle incredible amounts of heat and were basically impossible to burn, this had made Ir'Houwl want to call upon the assistance of golems and other automations built out of such resources, but something incredible happened, as the very energy that was used to make them move was instead the one that heated up and eventually rendered them unable to function.

That was when Ir'Houwl realised that the energies of this world weren't just warm, but that the suns were actually directly heating them up, which was simply unheard of, ambient energies and the likes would usually just follow the overall temperature of the area they were in, energy would adapt on its own, not be directly influenced like this.

It seemed like they, the undeads, were somewhat protected from this phenomenon thanks to their death force that wasn't easily affected and protected the rest of their inner energies, but the golems didn't have that chance and would suffer from energy hyperthermia, or mana hyperthermia to be precise, this meant that undead golems composed of the heat resistant materials might be capable of handling it, but they didn't have such golems at hand, and the majority of golems possessing death force were servants of Gravelord Atsalinopalo as his silver blood could convert them to vampires, but then, they couldn't work under the sun at all.

The others weren't made of the right materials and weren't a part of Ir'Houwl's forces anyways.

She could only shake her head and make do with what was available, meaning that the progress was awfully slow, undeads needed to be replaced often before they were completely cooked or converted into walking torches, and also, whenever too many suns would show up, all constructions would have to be put on hold until their number went down again.

The most her soldiers could work with without being nearly instantly struck down was three, any more than that and everyone could only wait around, and in this realm, it was often that there were more suns than this, one or two seemed to be the most common, but Ir'Houwl once saw ten of them in the sky, nine assembled into a circle around a central one, that time, rays of light rained down like there was no tomorrow, but thankfully, what they had started building was resilient, the damage materials repaired themselves on their own too.

As for the design they were going for, unlike the castle lover that was Alkayne, Ir'Houwl did not seek to create indestructible fortresses everywhere she went, which was why there were no expert builders in her group.

What they were making was more-so a camp than anything, one with good defences, but a camp nonetheless, the main building material was a type of wood developed hand-in-hand by the forges and Yuolrt, its appearance made it seem as though it had already gone through a furnace, it was tough, it wasn't too heavy nor too light, and most importantly, it could probably handle hellfire, small huts, tents, short walls and some archer towers were erected using it as the core ressource.

It was also the material used to craft the many wooden pieces of equipment and weaponry in use by the soldiers.

Apart from that, there were the various hides of creatures that boasted similar resistances to the wood, these had the added advantage of somewhat blocking the heat from spreading, so it was draped all over the place and swung in the winds as large curtains of stitched-together skins hanging from ropes linking the towers together around the camp.

And that was pretty much it, everyone could work with such materials, so there was no need for specialised builders around, lastly, in the heart of the camp, they planted a seed within the sand, another creation of Yuolrt, which rapidly grew into an arborescence that looked very similar to a palm tree, only that its leaves reached much further, providing additional shade.

Then, they poured water also furnished by Yuolrt, into the small pit in which they had planted the tree, and surprisingly, it didn't all evaporate in an instant, the area around the palm tree instead cooling down, the temperature was still high compared to what should be considered normal, but by planting more of these trees and giving them water every so often, they could cool it down even further.

Indeed, the water wasn't what it seemed, it was more-so a liquid fertilizer of sorts that allowed the tree to produce what it was supposed to, Yuolrt had simply made it so the production of coconuts the base tree she had started from was replaced by cold air.

These trees were undead trees as well, as much as their vibrant appearance seemed to imply the contrary, thanks to the druid's contributions, establishing a camp was much easier, if planting the seeds hadn't required them to shield it from the searing air by building the camp around it first, they could have gone even faster by starting with it, alas, Yuolrt had not gone further with this seed before having to embark onto her own mission.

"Scouts, wait for the amount of suns to decrease and go explore the surroundings, don't go any further than the closest dunes" spoke Ir'Houwl, the greatest challenge however, would be moving and exploring this realm, setting down a camp was child's play compared to that.

When in movement, they wouldn't have anywhere to retreat to and would have to deal with the possible increase of suns bearing down on them, as such, they would have to instead establish camps often and use fast-moving scouts to get an idea of where to go.

"Shall I go as well, Lord Ir'Houwl?" kneeling next to the minor lord was the nightbird that was to serve as the messenger linking them to the main world, her job was also complicated as there was only one portal at the moment and creating more did not seem like something that would occur soon, however, she had to follow Ir'Houwl everywhere to actually know what to report.

"No need" she simply replied.

The nightbird's name was Osla, and she was closer in looks to their leader, Tilmiel than most, far from frail or small, Ir'Houwl hadn't asked directly, but was fairly certain that her titular bird was the ostrich.

"I have plenty of scouts" she added after a few moments, just as they spread out from the camp as the sky only showed one sun.