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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.

Ready_ · Fantasy
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382 Chs

Going Well

'Just as Osworth said…' Rosemary looked off into the distance, having just received the findings of the last group by Antieeld, obviously, she was well aware of what they had found already, she wouldn't throw them into those mines without keeping a keen eye on them, she had itched to intervene multiple times, but in the end, they had managed by themselves.

That was something to be proud of, the three that had faced against the puppeteer hadn't demonstrated stellar team spirit, but great trust in one another's capabilities still, they had mostly done their own thing, not getting into one another's way was the crux of fighting as a group however, so that was good in her book.