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.
It was widely believed, for unknown reasons, that the dark miasma would have more trouble penetrating underground, spreading much less quickly than above ground, Milo did not know whether this was true or not, but it seemed like the folks of the endangered lands wholeheartedly trusted in this baseless supposition.
Digging into the earth, hiding and shivering in near total darkness, groups isolated from one another, those that could dig deeper sometimes managed to evade the attention of small undead hordes, at least, when they were not led by an elite, but for those that could barely burrow into the soil, they were always discovered without fail.