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.
Silly Water Boy
"Oh my… Is this it? I can feel- I can feel the flame speaking to me" a Loimoisian knight spoke in a stunned stupor, cupping the champion's black fire in between his hands, the great chalice had been brought out of its chamber, standing proudly in the center of Loimos's quarters.
"That's right, Loimosfire has reached its peak! All hail our glorious champion! All hail death" both of the foremost knights rose and crossed their blades, it had taken many weeks for even their general to figure it out, the power held within had to be far beyond what mere soldiers and knights like themselves could imagine.
The dark flame of undeath was put together using all possible aspects of death and of the undead, molten down into a crucible and made one into what was often considered the epitome form of a power.