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.
Off
"Something feels off…" offhandedly, Aramap spoke his thoughts aloud.
The first knight was sitting near a campfire, in a rare occasion, he was not wearing his armour as it had been battered severely in the last visit above ground, armed with what was basically bombs of acid to the undead, the last few expeditions had gone much better, the soldiers could actually make a clear difference thanks to this new weapon, one did not need strength or particular skill to chuck these at the enemy, so whilst the knights fought head-on, they received magnificent cover, allowing for much less casualties and even a few victories.