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.
As expected, the troublemaker was good old Quideos Audit, once again letting his manic tendencies lose in public, the fact that he hadn't arrived at the same time as the page was because he had brought with him someone with more manners, the woman was just itching to start speaking but held it in, veins throbbing on her forehead, constantly pushing her glasses back up as it kept slipping.
The third visitor was really the one who had made the young servant sprint at a speed he hadn't even thought possible, even though she was clearly the most composed and ready to wait.