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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

Lost Forever?

"Alright, take off your clothes"

As per usual, Minli neither blinked nor stuttered when ordering a patient to undress themselves, even if it was certainly a bit stranger than normal when said patient was someone she knew personally, the little healer remained unfazed.

Especially since it was a daily occurrence since arriving in the Emerald Realm for this particular patient, many had received injuries that could not be immediately healed or were simply impossible to mend completely, as much as Minli as the talent holder in healing, most of this talent worked more on the surgery side of things and other traditional surgeries rather than healing with mana.

And she had been lacking in concoctions and other serums at the very beginning, quickly running out of them and unable to even properly use mana on top of that, so some treatments had run late.