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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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615 Chs

Instruction

"Did you hear? Milo and Helena ran into the earth mage, the one that was able to clash with Rosemary!" 

"Seriously? How in hell are they not dead then?"

"How should I know?"

"Probably got scared by Miss Rosemary, he must have gotten his dose already last time!"

Chatters and rumours rhythmed the discussions of the students, standing and sitting around, drenched in sweat and nearly out of breath from yet another day of training, they might have graduated, only by technicality however, the youths were still stuck with Rosemary, and even worse now.

Agilulf Wanneck had gotten all of them to come to his kingdom, getting them a premium spot in his very own palace, where they could enjoy training from the best of the best that there was to offer.

Rosemary, uncontested, at least until recent events, master of magic and prodigy.