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.
Smashing his back against a nearby tree, alongside the pesky little monster that was currently repeatedly stabbing Loimos in the neck, only to get appallingly fruitless results, the agile little creature's frame was mangled upon being crushed against the trunk, allowing for the undead to easily grab it and throw it to the ground.
Pulling out the bone dagger grinding the surface of his neck, the skeleton looked over the surrounding, quite a few of the same sort of monster were sprawled about around the lush scenery, the first one had let out of high-pitch cry, bringing its friends over, forcing Loimos to enact great violence upon them.