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.
Without a sliver of hesitation, Sun-Walker, soon to crumble and rot away, the blood fuelling his vampiric self utterly drained away, Sun-Walker grabbed the elongated, malignant dark creature perched on his back, the beast dug into his body, further worsening the extinguished bright lord's condition by taking his death force away.
"Now I remember clearly, what is it, that I live for…" forcing the dark being's maw open, he began to pull in opposite direction, a dreadful growl coming from within, its claws were going as deep as they could inside of his flesh, but it was for naught, even reduced to this state, Sun-Walker overpowered once more, tearing, ripping, destroying, renouncing, liberating, reclaiming.
Tearing the beast, ripping it from his back, destroying the link, renouncing his lordship, liberating himself from the hold of death, and reclaiming his life.