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Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

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.

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An Accident

'What the hell was that?' Helena was left momentarily in shock when she caught a glimpse of Loimos, checking people's mana signature had become a habit for her, but she wasn't taken aback by the fact that she failed to find a signature, it was because by focusing directly on him, she had in fact felt his mana.

Awfully deep and dark mana, it felt like sensing it for too long would be dangerous and her heart skipped a beat, it didn't stop her from sending him flying purely on reflex though.

She didn't notice the feeling of XP flowing into her and instead, just like Milo hurried to get in touch with her father, the news of the tavern massacre seemed to have already reached the village, everyone was moving around in a panic.

Despite already sensing him once, after letting go of her focus on him, Helena could no longer get a hold of him, normally this would be possible.