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.
In the end, full of suspicion, Rosemary had made the decision of simply shifting the creation of those weapons to the castle, where they would always be created and assembled under her watch, even if they didn't have the same infrastructure and such already present, she could arrange something, always better than receiving sabotaged goods that would result in poor performances and lives lost trying to operate them.
Those trebuchets and other great weapons were of tremendous importance, before, the undeads had already been an unstoppable tide, within miasma, they held a distinct advantage over the soldiers and other living troops, but now, the darkness was the last nail sealing their coffin, the dead held a potent additional sense within whilst they were completely blind.