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.
Fear The Night : Unseen Hand
The ethereal soil, it was covered in gashes that no longer managed to be closed in a brief instant, covered by damages from various elements, ghost flame smouldering all around, rubbing his face, Syklon saw crimson upon her pale skin, meanwhile, using her endless hands, Multaemanus put her upper body back on the lower, seamlessly reconnecting them.
The spectre's featureless visage turning to the side, a wave of dread slamming into the living, a splash of refreshing cold washing over the undead, turning back to the swordswoman, her tone elated.