An army marched through the sand like a purple blemish on endless, pristine yellow.
If I flew high enough into the sky, the individual undead beast would become a united mass of snouts, tails, and paws.
Even the deviant, crazy beasts of the desert thought twice upon seeing this procession. A few of them tried to attack anyway—all of those were Golden Core level—but I was quick to dispatch them with the support of my army.
Although it traveled over the sand slowly, my army didn't tire, and didn't need to drink or eat. My progress into the depths of the desert was slower than when I flew there alone, but it was much steadier and safer.
Like that, I moved deeper and deeper. I had no idea how large this desert was, and all I could do was check the stars to make sure I wasn't traveling in circles.
After a week of journey, I wondered if I was going to cross the entire desert by accident. But no.
