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 : The One
'Oh no… I should have just thrown myself out of the window!' Allang Allantir was regretting being alive for this ordeal.
'Would being dead even have spared me from this? I doubt it…' the king of Glittegoyaume, kingdom of once great standing, and still a big player on the continent until the arrival of a certain empire, he was standing with other rulers in a room supposedly beside the throne room of Nitok's crypt, he was pretty much the one with the greatest influence in the room.
Agilulf Wanneck was safe in his own kingdom, Fioldron Ferrcrona was also inside of a barrier, still fighting.
The council of popes which ruled Millipolo was similarly still relatively safe, as for Irtancix Vilopx and Ilraptere Vinntm, they had already been subjugated, and from what he understood, they were already inside of the throne room.