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.
First Clash
Whistling through the air, launched with dire precision and power, splitting the air air and winds, a javelin exploded into a cloud shrapnel and splinters, striking a hole right through the side of the halberd wielding undead knight, shielding himself, the southern knight glanced back, Aramap still in position, his right arm held forth, the greenish decorations upon his great helm shimmered under the sunshine, the white cloak pulled upward as the first knight leapt from the very top of the ramparts, a quiver of javelins on his back, a great spear held in hand.
The south's second in command reached for another javelin, the knights and soldiers on the battlefield feeling a clear wave of strength washing over them, motivation coursing through their veins, inspiring each and every one of them to fight even harder.