The next few islands visited by Loimos and his troops were nothing of much importance, a few small populations that had not quite graduated from tribal living, except for one that had been well on its way, well united in the worship of a god that would never respond to their prayers, instead, they were introduced to the worship of death, which they had no choice but to enjoy it.
"May the time be short, for when their original deity joined the pantheon of undeath" spoke a soldier, the miasma spreading all over the island.