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.
"Aah, how cute you all are! Loimos really is something else, back during the first war, undeads that sprouted from the ground like little blades of grass would have never progressed to such levels even in years, you know?" Unacunerra had discovered himself a new hobby after the great conquest, in his short life, which had ended so long ago that he could not even begin to count the years, he had never gotten the occasion to teach the younger generation and found it rather amusing.
Well, it was certainly less tedious to teach undeads than livings though, a newborn living and newborn undead were like night and day.