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.
Hidden Below
It was like that most terrible sensation of falling when lying down on your bed, which always had the perfect timing to appear right as you fell asleep, this feeling of freefall only manifested for a split second normally, but right now, it was continuous, and it grew stronger, as they were pulled to the left, the right, as perception of the cardinal directions were flipped upside down.
Until finally, Isilt feet touched the ground, which did not mean much as he still felt as though he was falling for a few second, this coupled with the intense nausea making his head spun round and round, he fell right on his backside struggling to keep the content of his stomach within even though he had already endured the teleportation once, which was not the case for everyone.