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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

"Mmh? You are not vying for my crown? How come?" asked the restless king.

"I am general of the vanguard within the undead empire, a nation of death beyond this world, our territories spanning wider than both your and the living's plane combined" spoke Loimos, his words inciting reactions from the other restless present.

"General?" but not from their king, who seemed to be the only one that had any grasp on the sort of being Loimos actually was, being the only one that could see past the living disguise he wore.

"General, you say? Is that not a rank for soldiers?"

"How curious! I hardly believe such a claim, you say that the being I wholeheartedly believed to have come to snatch my authority is but a mere soldier? Who do you serve, Soldier Loimos?" the king's empty sockets ignited with golden flames, so fierce that they even seemed they even coiled and reached into his jaw.

Golden Lord