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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.

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651 Chs

King Of The Lake

Unsheathing her twin scimitars, Ir'Houwl manifested her innate ability, dark red sands appearing all around her in a swirling fashion, the speed at which it spun and appeared increasing second by second, until finally, a sufficient amount had been summoned, she controlled part of it to move toward the water.

To do so, she was moving her body in some sort of dance, her movements a mix of fluid motions, abrupt stops and turns, all the while with blades of black stone in her hands, now, Ir'Houwl was uniquely suited for this job because of her innate ability, which was still far from reaching its full potential, although the appearance and colour of her red sand would not change, it could switch between multiple types.