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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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252 Chs

Physical Exercise

"Alright kids, the great majority of you look like walking from one classroom to another is the greatest exercise you perform at any given time, this is not good" back to her students, Rosemary was standing on one of the many outside portions of the academy, where one could breath fresh air, smell the flowers, and slowly die of heat exposure.

Everyone except her looked like they had ran a marathon by sprinting the entire time, but no, they had just stood outside for too long, she had really brought them out at noon as well, either a machiavellian ploy on her part, or perhaps because she couldn't tell the difference between the cold inside and blazing volcano that was the outside.