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.
A massive beast of decay pulled itself out of the crater caused by its own creation, a mound of arms and legs bursting out of its own misshapen body, Ynigós stood back up, having been thrown a fair distance away by the creature's apparition, and from the get go, he could tell that despite making use of one of dracula's tricks, this deformed mass was not Loimos himself, he had most certainly reformed and gone to conceal himself.
This beast was charged with his festering death however, and was more than willing to fight, grasping onto the ground, fingers digging through the stone, it threw itself up in the air, crashing down toward the living, its full wretched weight soon to shake Millipolo.