Operation Polar Winds : Part Thirty-Five

Over the course of a month or so after being struck by that searing bolt, the bearer of antlers felt as though the undead began moving differently, there was a feeling incongruity that gnawed at the back of her mind when observing them from afar, like something was different, like something was off.

Putting the finger on exactly what was causing that feeling took a while, because at a glance, nothing had actually changed about the undead soldiers, they continued on advancing through the frozen landscapes, collecting a bit of every single thing, moving efficiently, but not too quickly, they weren't in a rush and definitely intended on completing whatever mission or quest they had down to perfection.