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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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Good Fun After Years Of Confinement

Moving with swiftness that was unseen by the four women, he extended his open palm and struck Tilke right in the chest, not too powerfully, measuring his strength to merely push her away, then, without utilising his previously overwhelming speed, he rose his staff of sort and brought it down toward Marlene, who, having already taken her sword out, was able to block the strike.

"Ah, that is interesting!" like reading an open book, Faraday was able to clearly see the inner workings of the ability she had just used, indeed, a simple block of her paltry blade shouldn't have stopped this strike so simply, the force flowed from the staff and into the blade.

Swinging her sword, it was clear that it now carried the force Faraday's blow and that of the unwanted's own slash.