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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.

Ready_ · Fantasia
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547 Chs

Chilling

Or not, soon after easily dealing with the monkey, Loimos was hit by what was commonly referred to as an avalanche, which carried him into some sort of cave, evident by the fact that the area was covered in stalagmites and stalactites, the entire place was packed with them, it was incredibly difficult to move around efficiently, but the hindrance was mostly to due to the floating bits of snow hammering the undead with spells.

Countless snowballs were constantly hitting him from various directions, the snow in question sticking to him and threatening to restrict him into an impromptu white coffin, so he had to constantly douse himself with corrosive blood to prevent this from happening.