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.
Arrogance
'My potential can grow! I can win, even if only by myself!' Abbanh spun his spear, kicking off the ground, countless lesser Derelictus-Mens's heads were sent spinning up in the air, causing the consorts to turn his attention to the spearman, away from the still living guards.
The consorts, despite coming from different tribes, demonstrated impressive cohesion, leaping into the air unnaturally, despite their great sizes, they were armed with bone daggers all the same as many of their lesser brethren, simply larger to fit in their hands, they swung with brutal strength mid-air, forcing Abbanh back as they isolated him from the rest of the battle.