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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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615 Chs

Lonely No More

Milo kept on his way, after traversing another inner garden within the royal palace, he arrived on a private road that would have been normally beautiful to travel, vegetation was lush and beautiful, flowers were colourfully blooming and the scent of nature was overwhelmingly sweet, now swimming through darkness, only the smell was left, although subdued as the darkness elemental mana threatened to seep into the environment.

It was an untold problem few were aware of, the eternal night was not only eternal, but it was influencing the fauna and flora as well, changing the naturally floating mana into its own, as Lunate had put it, it was as though he world had been ensnared into a gigantic zone, it was slow and countermeasures were being put in place, but it served as a reminder that they were not untouchable.