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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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Burst Of Light

Blocking a high kick, Nosferatu attempted to grab on to her ankle, which was a success, only that she cut it off herself, the limb regrowing near-instantaneously as blood rich with sunlight exploded everywhere, the drops mysteriously going the completely wrong course, missing the vampire completely.

He threw the disembodied foot away, dodging another kick and spinning around the elf, thrusting his hand like a spear at her lower back, claws nearing, Maiele arched her back forward like a contortionist, the upper portion touching with the vampire arms, allowing her to wrap one arm around, repositioning herself as she used Nosferatu's limb as a platform, turning around just enough to allow her legs to perfectly grab his neck into a lock.