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.
Whispers
"The Lady is pissed off for sure, if we can't catch that runaway monster quickly, she'll start mincing us" two guards were walking near a main room, still filled to the brim with the rowdy clients, it would probably be preferable to evacuate to avoid one of them being injured or worse, however, the goods furnished here were just too good to be undermined by even a bloodbath.
Also, they were all well aware of Lady Syklon's temperament, it was best to just go along at all times, preferably not have any sort of eye contact, unless you worked for her directly, it was best to just act as if she wasn't there.
Although it was complicated since she was just too adorable, even if everyone knew that she wouldn't hesitate to chop you up into little pieces.