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.
Release The Beast
The slayed clients melted into rot, crawling into one mass, forming into some sort of pillar slightly taller than a person, then Loimos detonated it, bone spikes emerged from within, slightly poking out just before the entire thing erupted, propelling the spikes into every direction, but not a single one of them going into the undead's direction.
Some guards managed to weave through the blast and its dangerous shrapnel, one stabbing his spear at Loimos, all of the greater forces had been taken by Abbanh, both of the elites having been convinced that nothing wrong could happen with the elder stationed here, they had been wrong, leaving only the grunts that were normally never allowed to set foot into the manor.