The air bubbled with radiating heat from the million pools of poison. The geysers erupt up words. The air was gagging, thick with the poison from the hot springs. There lay a green haze over the valley. As the sun struck down illuminating the every rock. Every rock coated in thick slime. The desert winds howled and attempted to clear the air. But the impenetrable wall of poison prevailed. Through the haze the mass of undead was almost invisible. Their march was constant. They did not sleep they did not eat. They were unrelenting.