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.
Moving unnoticed was a difficult affair, thankfully, it seemed like he was managing for now, it demanded excessive focus and attention, but one innate ability granted upon the headhunters was the capability to mask their presence and approach, to be as stealthy as possible Grigri ironically had to move around during broad daylight, avoiding as much shades and shadows as possible, although the death force he emanated was not perfectly masked, no member of the vanguard would find it strange for death force to be whirling around.
Crawling through the golden hay, as slowly as was possible, making a wide arc well away from patrols to home right onto his target, having to go slowly as he did not want to get anywhere close to any undeads, things would be much simpler if he could just wield the abilities granted upon this corpse, but even just concealing himself, which was supposed to be so simple that it should always be activated, was too difficult for his living mind.