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.
When night had fallen, when the attack on Bougliotte was set into motion, many other areas were also besieged by the forces of death, most prominently and brutally, the primordial desert of Pezerx was shaken, sand was flung into the air and shrill cries filled the empire after nightfall.
Emerging from the sand, ancient fortresses of the undead forced their way out, as if receiving a call from something greater, countless corpses rose from the sand of their own, duty was lingering above all undeads, fueled by death and driven by loyalty, all undeads of the desert rose, husks of centipedes instantly began massacring their living counterparts.