As Rand Kingdom entered its 122nd year in March, which was also the third March since the shattering of the Ring of Magic and the arrival of spring, the previously parched sky suddenly turned generous.
A particularly fierce storm whipped up from a vast expanse of land to the southeast.
Clad in plate armor, Lind braced himself against the gale upon the city walls, while dark clouds gathered swiftly amid the turmoil of the storm.
The temperature, instead of being as cold as before, now felt almost mild, and the occasional droplets of rain that landed on his face evaporated quickly due to the high temperature of Lind's body, turning into wisps of white mist.
The attack by the undead from Cazhen Town had come, and it did not surprise him at all.
It was not just Cazhen Town; Lind would not be surprised by any betrayal from the undead, for as long as there was profit in killing him, there would always be someone willing to do so, and there would always be people choosing that path.
