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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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220 Chs

Wet And Indeed Dead

"Only life may challenge a true undead"

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"Damn it" the captain cursed under his breath as he stared into the river.

It had been a week ever since he had felled the sad faced man, despite launching searches nearly immediately and starting way further than the place the corpse had fallen, him and his men had failed to get the man's body.

It had neither been caught in the nets they had set up at multiple points of the river, and they had failed to find him stuck in rocks or floating back to the surface, the current was too powerful for him to just sink and stay in place.

It wasn't even that deep!

"No need to bother with this, if you are certain you killed him, he is dead, we'll just get a dead leper and dress him up like the sad faced man, the people will be content with that, barely anyone alive has ever seen him, they won't be able to tell the difference" Harold, the town mayor reassured the captain.