Paladin of the Dead God

The Immortal Order was a faith, and the territory they had claimed was referred to as the Urdantu Empire.

However, the term "Empire" held little meaning for a land where scarcely any living beings resided. Its population density was so extraordinarily low that it was questionable whether it could even be considered a territory. Even the undead, who supposedly belonged to this domain, found the formal name "Urdantu Empire" unfamiliar.

“Snowfall in the middle of the desert, huh.”

Edelred gazed at the gently cascading snowflakes, an expression of disbelief etched on his face. The heavy clouds in the sky had suggested rain, but he hadn’t anticipated snow.

While veterans like Rottenhammer, Gebel, and other paladins who had fought alongside the Dawn Army weren’t surprised, the knights of Elil were largely astonished.

“There are no signs of an ambush yet, but from this point forward, an undead army could appear at any moment. Stay vigilant.”

Tense glances passed between the commanders.

Meanwhile, the marching soldiers appeared visibly relieved by the cooler weather. For them, devising long-term strategies was a task for their superiors. All they had to do was follow orders, and they couldn’t help but find the drop in temperature comforting.

Many of the soldiers, particularly those from the northern regions of the Gerthonia Empire, even seemed to welcome the sight of snow.