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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.

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Despite there being leaders, and soldiers with different capabilities than the rest, all looked alike, they could only see the faces of each others when marking pauses to eat and rest, as they would be wearing headgear bestowed upon them all, which was a rather simple helm that only covered the top of their heads accompanied by what was most definitely just a white sack that they had to cover themselves in for some reason.

The armour they wore was very much white as well, a golden representation of the Lithithree covered the chestplate, and dark sun etched upon the back of their cloaks serving as the main source of other colourations that wasn't brown or grey.

Those who had butchered some of their fellows already bore sanguine stains, there had been eight groups of twenty soldiers who had ventured inside of the realm, each of them down one member.