The crusade marched on, Leon had passed out from over exertion. However that hardly mattered as Frederick kept the march rolling. The logical carts rolled in the middle where the paladin leon slept.
He likely would not wake so soon. Even at the behest of two teams of clerics and enough medical supplies to keep an army tip top for weeks.
Even still the corrupted lands backed away from their divine barriers whilst an oppressive arua weakened to a faint ambience.
Frederick kept his guard up, as they marched. It was surprisingly quiet. No legions of the dead came for them. Only dead forest and a cool breeze welcomed them.
Even bones of the dead didnt rattle. Bor did ghost appear. It was so..
Desolate.
Frederick felt it was.. Too quiet. They expected a projection of power, an overwhelming army of the living dead to block their path.
Instead they got this, a place devoid of life, even death. A place that seemed in the between, null of all.
