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.
Bluff And Misdirection
Death Surrounds me, whispering to me, softly and harshly, the cold hands of my loved ones urge me to follow.
I must not yield, I must not give in to its lies, I must fight back, I must discover the real truth.
My efforts have come short until now, only feeding death's endless appetite.
There it is, death is now before me, I look into its eyes and see something familiar, victorious over life, I can only stand down.
But I refuse, I may have bent but I am not broken just yet, my hopes and dreams, my unlikely vision of a bright future now seems ever more distant.
There he is, even with life at its lowest, he still stands, brighter than the sun, capable of defying it all.
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"Plug it! Defend and reinforce yourselves!" the death hunter yelled, circulating his mana through his body, swinging his arms up, a powerful breeze blowing forward, lifting the generators of life mist up the air.