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.
Burning
A true undead's senses are simply that much more superior to anything else, I believe that most of my readers are already familiar with the concept of the undead synesthesia, whilst similar to what we, as living, experience when we speak of synesthesia, for the dead, it is much different.
It is not a mere impression, not only does a pure undead possess the five basic senses, which can not be impaired through natural means, if at all, as well as armed with 'dark vision' and 'darkness awareness', they can feel everything about someone based on just one sense.
By this, I mean that if a pure undead heard me moving around, it would be able to 'see', 'smell', 'feel' and even 'taste' me, it is as though all of their senses were merged into a singular thing.