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.
Atop The Roof
Staring at the malformed shape lunging at him, the headmaster erected a wall of earth, destroying his office without hesitation as he forced his way through the ceiling and onto the roof, only to find that the mad dog of the Fin-Limiers was already there.
Hands on her waist, impractically large cloak dragged by the strong winds that had decided at an opportune moment to show up.
'Amongst those that stand a step higher than everyone else, only a few can be crowned with such lofty titles nowadays…' the headmaster's heart was beating too fast, he controlled his breathing to calm his nerves.
"If I may ask, who has put a hit on my head? Surely, I can offer up more than them" he attempted to be diplomatic, it worked more often than was believed, even with lunatics.