Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.
Battle For Ircron : Imitation
Griar, Milo, Helena and Antieeld, the four of them against three minor lords, their teacher had went into some sort of half sphere with the fourth one, leaving them to challenge these powerful undeads on their own, the red-haired commandant stylishly unsheathed her sabre, bring it up to her face.
One art first washed over them with this movement, shrouding them into a thin layer of their own life force, a few other arbitrary movements came soon after, augmenting the students in various aspects.
Griar tensed up, even if perfectly healed, he could still remember the pain of the slashes he had just recently endured, he was itching to use his battle art on real opponents again, but perhaps this was a bit much, neither of those three seemed like a fun time, at all.