The sun was blazing, but it was already noon.
The frozen sand layer evaporated under the heat, turning into curling mist that rose like a gentle mist. It made the surrounding desert faintly distort, but it was quickly evaporated into nothing by the suppressed heat.
At noon, the Nahrin Desert was at its hottest, which was also the time when the positive energy was at its hottest.
The dark clouds and thick fog formed by the negative energy were unable to stop it.
The ice melted.
The undead retreated without a trace.
Kant rode his horse and stood where he was. In less than half an hour, it was as if a long time had passed.
He turned his head slightly and saw that the traces of the campsite were still there. The bonfire had not even been completely extinguished. Smoke was released from the layers of sand, bringing a different color to the space.