Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 630: 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.

Fortresses, bastions, towers, castles were established as they went, each burning an incandescent white at all times, the style used in each seemed to variate, but all appeared impossible to win a siege against, unless one could make use of incredible feats of strength, the likes that could tear mountains asunder.

She was curious what material was used and how they managed to keep it constantly heated to that point without any loss of power at any given moment, it didn't seem like any she knew.

Once again, she wondered where they had come from, having managed to catch a conversation between two living kalts at one point, it seemed like they claimed to be coming from beyond the mountains, nothing short of a lie, the bearer of antlers knew very well that there was naught beyond the mountains, if one travelled sufficiently far in any possible directly, they would encounter immense peaks that dwarfed all others, and if you scaled them, you would be met with a strange, frozen void.

There was a ground to walk upon, solid ice that seemed to reach to the furthest depths, but having tried, all that would happen if you walked upon it was simple.

First, the blizzard out there was incredibly more powerful, the winds were so potent that they could easily cleave through people or batter someone to the point of rendering them to mush, but if you were strong enough to endure such brutal force that assaulted you constantly and from all sides, then it wouldn't be much better.

The blizzard limited vision so much that it was light traversing pure darkness with a fading candle, you couldn't even spot your own feet.

Furthermore, there was nothing out there anyways, her own tests had only resulted in her returning to the mountains after a long, very long time.

The mere concept that they could have traversed this place to arrive here was preposterous, as simple as that, the winds were too strong for most of the soldiers to possibly endure throughout a journey.

But then, she did not see how they had arrived here in the first place, the one bearing antlers had been around for a long time, she knew these mountains, valleys, plains and lakes better than anyone else if undead beings as advanced as that had been here all along, it was impossible for her to have missed them over the course of the lengthy existence she had led.

Building some confidence back to get close again, although she had many questions, the one that felt most pressing was the one relating to their recent strangeness, or rather, the feeling of oddness they were giving her.

But eventually, she realised that it wasn't that they were acting strange, it was that they seemed to be headed in a more focused direction compared to before, it was just hard to tell as they covered a wide span of ground and also because they had inched toward that way little by little.

Calling upon one of her creations, a transparent bird carved from ghost wood and filled with the bones of the actual bird the appearance was fashioned after, it became obvious from a bird's eye view that this was correct, they had carefully twisted from a straight line into a turn and were now headed directly for where her cavern was located.

'Do they know? If so, how?' although it very much felt like a sword was hanging above her head after this revelation, curiosity was still the most potent force within, the undeads were once again exhibiting some sort of knowledge for no apparent reason.

Since the last time, she had tried to get close to the very same skeleton who had shot her, to no avail, it seemed like his sudden certainty so as to something being near had been a one-time thing, and no other undead showed such a reaction either.

One might wager that it was a trick and that perhaps, he knew very well that she was here and simply did nothing because having her here meant that she couldn't do anything else in another place.

That might make sense, but they shouldn't know what she was capable of and what she was doing here, so it would be incredibly risky to just allow her to move around and so as she pleased.

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Uncertain whether that movement was deliberately targeting her or utterly random, she decided to go back to the cavern, it was already well-concealed, from the outside would see no entrance and just a rocky wall covered in snow like everywhere else, it wasn't an illusion that affected the onlooker either, in fact, calling it an illusion would be a disservice, it projected a most real image instead, though, that meant that it couldn't fool one's senses at all apart from sight.

If someone got close, they would notice that the wind was going directly into a supposed wall, and if they touched it, they would just phase right through, it was a nice work of her hexes, but it could be improved with more practical methods.

'Assuming that it isn't another case of inexplicable knowledge… What could have let them know the direction in which to find me?' she pondered, passing around the cozy room she had built for herself, coming to a stop a minute later.

"Oh…"

'It can't be anything else, could it?' she turned to the bolt that had pierced her, it was truly the only thing that could explain their sudden movements, if it was intentionally aimed at her, that is.

But coincidences shouldn't be brought up as the reason too often, grabbing the heavy bolt, the bearer of antlers decided to run a little experiment, she rushed outside, far from her cave, and placed the bolt elsewhere, if that was what they were following, then they might just change course.

However, if so, they might assume that it had been moved, after a month of staying in place, it would be reasonable to assume that the previous direction had been the right one, but normally, they shouldn't home in directly onto her hideout anyways.

'Even if they find the cave… The inside is a labyrinth anyways and with plenty more hexes…'

For some reason, faced with a threat to her life and home, the bearer of antlers felt strangely excited.