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.
Reminder Of The Basics
"Alright then, I know all of you already learnt this, but not that I mean to insult your teachers and instructors, it is simply rather common for egregious shortcuts and simplifications to be made when they shouldn't, thankfully, as shown during the earlier test of your general competences, all of your have a good grasp of mana weaving" Milo and Helena were sitting side by side, she was expertly attentive as usual, he was also paying attention, feeling quite relaxed after all.
The entrance ceremony hadn't been too bad, and contrary to what he had used to hear about nobles and people of higher bloodlines, no one was an overly annoying prick, Toordefer Academy wasn't a place for one to mess around in, it was considered the finest academy for magic and energy teachings.