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.
At last, the promised day had come, the culprit of the collapsing mines had yet to be found by the instant the time limit set by Rosemary was reached, meaning that the students would soon be venturing into the areas where the mines had been targeted, trying to discover clues and such for the betterment of their grades.
Although the time was here, none expected to get directly into it, the academy was far from the area touched by demolition, but they guessed wrong, a large magic circle had been drawn into the ground outside, their teacher was not a fan of wasting time.
As such, she had marked the location ahead of time with another of such circles, there was no downtime for the younger generation, the entirety of both of her classes were swiftly put into the circle, Rosemary standing in the middle of it, as well as Gelter obviously.