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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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The undead reached down and grabbed hold of another fallen blade amidst the ash, Guorzo hit the flying sword out of the air, aiming to meet head on with the undead before he could properly raise the sword.

This action cut him, for the battle art that protected him from arrows was specialised to prevent purely ranged attacks, and sword throwing wasn't exactly a typical action, although Loimos certainly made it seem like the opposite was true.

Pulling his bleeding arm back, Guorzo could already tell that he wouldn't be able to last much longer in this state, he had to defeat Loimos as quickly as possible, the undead wouldn't be able to get into position to defend quickly enough, he was certain of it.

That was assuming the sword he bothered to pick up would come into play, Loimos let go of it nearly as quickly as he took hold, letting himself fall forward, crawling right in between the living's legs.