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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.

Ready_ · Fantasy
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242 Chs

Gone

"He got away" Robert moved some of the still bubbling and writhing rot to reveal more of the filthy bones beneath.

"Huh, he looks pretty dead to me" Cassi chimed in, kicking a larger mass of decay, which seemed to be moving on its own.

"Yeah, we even felt the XP and all that business" Lynn backed her friend up.

Zola stepped forward, the bright moon up ahead illuminating everything clearly in spite of the trees, the rain of black blood had certainly reduced the amount of leaves all over the area.

"Oh, the head is missing" he quickly mentioned after scanning the remains, that was a rather suspicious part of the skeleton to be missing.

"Between the bones, whatever that crap it spewed out before blowing up and the freaking stench permeating the air, it seems pretty obvious that our murderer was an undead in disguise" Eppie ran her hands through her hair, getting rid of some of the decay that had gotten stuck.