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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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Using everything he had, the captain of the guards blocked an attack from the dark-cloaked assassin, feeling his body going numb as the rippling force of the strike echoed throughout his entire body, every single bone holding him up feeling utterly jittery.

'That's not normal strength, is she even human?' the captain had jumped into the fray nearly just as Maliah had knocked down many of his men onto their asses with the corpses of one of their fellow, still, not even trying anything like before, she just began swinging wildly, her movement impossible to follow as she carved her way through the armoured masses, no amount of group battle arts or coordination could help them.

"Ah, the big fish has finally shown up! Let me peel off those scales!" he attempted to use a sword art, but she spun right around him, killing guards as he went before kicking him in the back of his knee.