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.
...In A Haystack
"Pitit? What the hell are you doing here?!" it took him a second to realise who it was, and it brought upon a fear greater than the one within him a few moments ago.
'Wait… Why did he stop? Is it that he can't strike a civilian even in this situation?' but no, even if that was the case, Frenand could have easily gone around her and knocked him out anyways, the undead had genuinely frozen in place, slowly pulling his leg back as he stepped away.
"Girl… I would advise you to get out of here…"
Pitit had really showed up at the last possible moment, had Frenand not been an undead, he never would have been able of stopping his strike, the momentum would have kept on and most certainly killed the girl by fracturing her hips at best, or just splitting her in half at the waist at worst.