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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.

Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"Damn it… This is going to be the end for us, won't it?"

Ushered voices sometimes rose from the tight masses, all of them arranged in groups of twenty, each directed toward the same point, creating a sea of rectangular groups all preparing to march forth.

"Silence coward, we are blessed, this is but a chance to a new beginning… And the better you perform, the better that beginning will be"

"What? You seriously believe that crap?! We are nothing but cannon fodder to be thrown at the wall until one of us sticks!"

"I should return the question, I see no reason to not trust that this most holy crusade will save our souls from this prison"

"First groups, begin marching!" an authoritative voice rose from somewhere, resonating within this large open space, even the fearful instantly obeyed, giving the impression that each and every one of them were entirely loyal.

'This is madness! I don't want to die!'

Drafted Legions