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.
The scenery of the dense forest of Laba was not that different from the vegetation that could be found in the rest Dschungelland, it was but an even more outrageous version, the grass and bushes that covered the ground were so packed together that they could not even grace the soil of the touch of their soles.
As such, their footing was rather unstable, and any area that was not filled in completely was a tripping hazard, or an acidic hazard actually, some of those hollow space were not due to the fickleness of nature, but due to its ferocity, predatory plants filled with potent acid were hidden inside of there, unmoving killers whose entire existence revolved around standing still and waiting for preys to do all the heavy lifting.