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.
The Beginning : Blade Master
An eruption of sparks and blood, a strike that was supposedly blocked, yet the force carried alongside it pushed the defender's blade right up against their own chest, allowing the attacker's edge to cut into the flesh.
Griar was thrown back, barely managed to land on his feet, the strike had been diagonal, first reaching his left shoulder and then his right side, cutting deeper as it went, going as far as his ribs, he felt rather confident that some of his bones had been part way sliced as well.
It was misjudgement on his part, he had activated his art, which now allowed him to prevent his enemies from activating their techniques and disturb the circulation of energy within their bodies on top of the previous effects of his previous mastery.