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.
"Still nothing…" Cleavster read the messages sent back by his fellow lords, even though their situations were a bit different to his, as they were opting to remain concealed in the wide territory of their respective legions, a hardly manoeuvrable swamp, a desertic landscape ran through by countless ravines, jagged mountains filled with caves and steep falls, the undeads should be searching for the livings, but they also remained passive there.