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.
Speed Reading
"Incredible! And you say that you've never practised magic in your life?" an excited old man spoke with one hand in front of his mouth.
"There was no such time to practise" Loimos responded truthfully.
Unaware that his question was set up for such an answer, the old man rubbed his short beard, still having a hard time that no one else had ever picked up this man as an apprentice ever, even without having ever used his mana, his aspects were incredibly good.
"Well, I don't think I am qualified to recommend anything to you in particular, I don't think there are any areas of magic were you couldn't excel with your raw talent, just walk around and check if anything catch your attention" the old man was actually the keeper of the main library of Weafewand, and having obviously noticed Loimos's peculiar mana, which he believed to be like this due to a trait, which was probably exactly what this was.