Chapter 58: Winged Hussars, Charge!
Castellan Leonard, driving the wagon, uneasily scanned his surroundings. The temperature was dropping rapidly. After the desert had released all its accumulated heat, the air here had chilled to the point where one longed to wrap oneself in a thick sheepskin blanket.
And the Winged Hussars had indeed done just that. Their equipment included a leopard skin, wolf skin, or bear skin cloak to be worn over their armor, which they now had draped over themselves for warmth.
Ulm, holding his bearskin cloak, wanted to offer it to Lothar, but was refused. Lothar did not fear such a minor chill; having mastered blood magic, he was no longer a mere ordinary person.
The night wind blew, sweeping away a layer of sand, revealing a skeleton lying supine on the ground beneath, only white bones remaining. A black scorpion had taken up residence in one of its eye sockets, burrowing deeper within.
