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.
No Matter The Means
"Heh… I wonder if this place is just very big or if some of that realm's way of power is just making it seem bigger on the inside… No way they bothered to build something so large instead of just placing a few guards with advantageous positions to slaughter any invader" one of the fanatics said, biting into a piece of juicy meat.
"Who knows, all that I know is that this sort of garbage only works on the likes of us who are still impure, the undead soldiers would have ploughed through it all in less than a day, I am sure"
"Not that it is very efficient against us anyways… Unless this place can rearrange its structure at will, once the way is discovered it will have be just a slightly annoying trek to get to them"