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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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551 Chs

He Is Here

"At last, our true test is here" Ourlst and Horhir stood behind their general, after years of constant work, of constant fighting off marine livings, spreading miasma and turning the ocean overflowing with life into one overflowing with what was right, their great highway had reached Belliste at last, none of them even knowing the exact number of years by this point, even with their faster pace thanks to progressing in a line, it had taken an ungodly amount of time, one needed to know that the undeads worked without pause, be it physical or mental.

Such a project would have been deemed impossible and cost countless lives for the livings to accomplish, but for the followers of eternity, it was all a matter of time, and this time had come.

"Begin the spread of miasma around the continent" ordered Loimos, his right and left hands relaying the word, a wide platform of black stone had been built, and soon, it would be extended to grasp the continent into a chokehold.