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.
Old Barn, Old Memories
Staring up at the bright blue sky, it was a day like the ones before to Isilt, he did his best to not appear worried as he awaited what was next, Grigri had to have delivered the goods by now, the young trainee did not even know what to expect in response, or even if he should await any, so instead, he took time to enjoy daylight, for it was growing scarcer and scarcer, he was not aware of the eternal night of pure dark that had befallen Viridis, but he could definitely see something similar coming.
One had to be a fool to not link the vile undeads to the abnormal shortening of day, the lengthening of night, and the utter darkness that permeated the latter, if the sun was being subdued by their horrid presence, then the moon had already surrendered.