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 Continental Leaders
Emerging outside, the sun was right above, unobstructed by any clouds, casting a warm light upon this flat island of bright sand, simultaneously soft and glass-like as they reflected the light everywhere, a great place to meet with a master of darkness for certain, although it would certainly be rather annoying for those whose eyes could not handle receiving light, a problem no undead apart from vampires could possibly have.
A round table had been placed in the center of this island, which was rather wide considering its barren disposition, there were no trees, no signs of fauna or flora anywhere, just an enormous strip of sand bathed in a radiant light.
"The sunlight from this one is especially pure" commented Maiele.