Before the capital of the desertic realm, Ny-Hor and Ir'Houwl were both stuck in place, mid-attack, both had been a mere instant away from landing a most destructive strike, right now however, they were as still as statues, both had attempted to slowly manifest something to attack the other with, but as though Cleansing Undeviginti was actively paying attention to them specifically, nothing could move around them, no matter how slow, the radiant sun was not allowing anything, so they could only remain as statues for now.
Similar situations were playing out in many other places across the desert, although the murderous sun was not nearly as draconian in the enforcement of its strange rules elsewhere, the people fighting elsewhere were also many times weaker as well, the dreadful heat had already been the death of many, and the more time passed, the more fell to the white light.
