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.
"So… Ten of my soldiers were detained by the enemy and three have defected, only this Isilt remains of the fourteen I sent to the farmlands? That is a pitiful outcome" Alisart Cleavster spoke gravely.
The undercover operation was always meant as a sort of diversion, or at least, as a distraction, supposed to make the undeads believe that this was the best the south had to offer, but even then, Cleavster was greatly displeased knowing that some of his people had been captured, and he could not come out to try and negotiate something, as the secrecy of this place could not be compromised.
"Did you get to see who exactly it was that betrayed us?"