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.
Evading a two-handed strike, Aramap stepped back, thrusting his spear forward, steel grinding against steel, sparks flying as the strike was diverted along the entire length of the broad, executioner's sword.
Erestel's blade was broad enough to serve as a functioning shield, the first knight realised this early, the undead fond of never stepping back, whether he was attacking or defending, the grasping knight would always be taking steps forward, and when the living tried to make distance…