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 absolute darkness which flooded the elongated nights of Belliste was chased away by rays of sunlight, piercing through dark's hide as the luminous star appeared at last, having been missing for a hour longer than expected, and indeed, the brilliance was dimmed, palish and frail, as though its presence- Its existence was holding onto a mere wire carrying far above its strength.
Irlke Combuscrus had been awake since before that, his guts telling him that something was of the order today, simply lying in bed as he prepared himself for whatever it might be that his instincts were warning him about, even though Irlke already had a clear idea of what this might be.