After listening to Rumbold, Orion glanced up for no apparent reason at the Black Sun hanging at the highest point of the sky.
That unsetting Black Sun never budged, never dipped, making it impossible to tell day from night in this godforsaken land.
"Could it be that all the power here in the godforsaken land actually comes from the Black Sun above?"
It was a ridiculous thought, but the idea was definitely circling in Orion's mind.
A bizarre, low growl suddenly erupted, interrupting Orion's train of thought.
He realized the noise came from some of the undead mobs, which had gorged themselves on enough flesh that they actually began to morph.
"What in the world is that…"
Orion pointed toward the undead cannon fodder troops that were undergoing transformations, genuinely puzzled.
"Eh…they're evolving on their own," Rumbold replied.