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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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Gaze Down

Beyond the peak where one could gaze upon countless suns and moons, the terrain was otherwise more treacherous, the area had been the site of battles between giant beings, what they may have looked like impossible to tell, none of their bodies were to be found anywhere, indicating that it had either taken place so long ago that even their mighty bones had fallen to the passage of time, or that they had simply passed by here in their fight, those mountains nothing more than fences to them.

Many parts of the roads were completely gone, forcing Loimos to scale the rugged sides of the mountains to get over the chasms that would drop one straight to oblivion, falling into there would make one a target of tumultuous, biting cold winds, one would either be torn apart by the air currents, or freeze to death before reaching the ground, which was now impossible to make out, foggy frost covering all vision just a few meters below the feet.