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.
Impressive Smoothness
The students did as was instructed without inquiring for any further information, the two bodyguards remained where they stood, it wouldn't be a good training with outside help, leaving the two men with Rosemary.
"Are you really certain about this miss? I have heard that the culprits behind the mine collapses were Defiler's Of The Holy, or Ironic Puppeteers, I can not permit my lady to risk encountering such vulgar individuals" Gelter spoke his mind nearly as soon as the young generation disappeared from sight.
"Bollocks, there are no proofs of that, and neither of them have ever shown the intent on crippling the economy, no, this must be the work of those newcomers, Alizé, or just an unknown party, it does not matter anyways, I'll be with them the whole time, do you think any of them can touch a single of their air in my presence?" Rosemary casually asked, walking over to Osworth.