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.
Clashing Of Stars
"Humiliated? You speak big all of a sudden, why don't you back it up with evidence?" Maiele Liameilos grinned, clenching her fists.
"No"
"Not now, you see, I wanted to monologue a bit…" King Nitok leaned on his staff, as dark as pure darkness, he raised his index finger.
She frowned, turning sour.
"Hell no, you can't just tell me this and then pull out-"
"Long ago, we had a discussion before you sealed me away" Nitok just proceeded to blabber anyway, moving his arms in the air as he spoke.