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.
"Does it matter? You got in too despite not having a lick of faith in anything other than yourself, I mean, you set up our rendez-vous in a place dedicated to you and have probably been staring at yourself for the past few hours" he rebutted, honestly not caring a single second about how this undead had gotten in, he had and that was all that mattered, arriving precisely when needed.
It was like fate had arranged for this meeting, but considering how distraught Quideos Audit had appeared, it seemed like even he had not been aware of this machination.
The elf woman shook her head, running her fingers through her pink hair, slicking it back.