The sun fell.

And with it, the sky.

What followed were more suns falling and hitting the sand, earth, snow, and asphalt.

And now, many years later, on the dry, hot desert, the moon rose.

And with it, a (self-proclaimed) Lich.

He woke up in the ruins of a town called Kliprand.

There was no one in his vicinity.

The visibility was nigh nonexistent, and clouds of dust covered the starry sky.

Under the conditions, Lich deduced that the next low wind would happen in eight days.

He did it by observing the clarity of the sky. The fewer clouds there were, the closer the low wind was.

There were two options he had. He could go North, which would mean being near the mountains that could hide him from the all-destroying winds.

OR, he could take the shorter path toward the northeast, straight to his objective - Pofadder.

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The only catch is, he would have to walk 200 km in 8 days, or he would die.

The risks were small, because most people already hid in fear of being blown into the atmosphere by the wind.

But Lich could hardly be called a person.

He ate a piece of meat that he “looted” from a bandit unfortunate enough to have met him, and packed his thin, windproof blanket, before standing up.

“Putj daljok u nas s toboju, Veselej, soldat, gljadi! Vjjotsja, vjjotsja znamja polkovoje, Komandiry vperedi.…”

The desert was dark and silent. Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard.

But Lich took away half of that peace, by singing loudly.

The sound carried wide. He could be heard for kilometers.

Yet, It was impossible to locate the source of these sounds, because his body was made invisible by the dark robe he wore.

(Normal) humans would avoid being outside at night. Mutated animals were mostly active at night, because the nukes fell around noon, killing almost all organisms that didn't sleep during the day.

But Lich was not normal. He was the King! No one could kill him! At least that's what he said to himself.

The fact is, he was as mortal as any man, but he willfully ignored it.

'I hope I won't get Kuru'

He accidentally found out that most animals are not willing to eat him, and after experimenting for some time, he found out that it was because of his unusual diet.

That knowledge allowed him to spend 10 of the 12 years he lived after the war ended, not worried about being attacked during the night.

It was a convenient power.

Lich walked at his usual pace. He needed to cross about 13 km each day, so there was no need to hurry, but also no opportunity to stop.

That didn't sound like much, but it wasn't even 1/10 of a single percent of the whole trip.

He had much more walking to do.