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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

<p>Ronarkatast was casually laying upon the comfortable bedding he had arranged for himself, currently taking the form of a massive being as various figures that appeared minuscule next to him moved about in his palace, some of them climbing atop of him to tend to his scales, something that was completely useless as he just needed to use his draconic breath on himself to take care of that, but being the dragonlord, it was only natural to have others take care of him.</p>

<p>"Mmh… Solast, Solast, Solast… What is the matter today, my dear Solast? Are you once again here to speak to me about the Undead Empire? I still feel that your worries are exaggerated, we are already predicting a future conflict with them and preparing in accordance, there is truly nothing more that can be done!" the All-Draco spoke, his voice reaching all across the palace, any louder than that and the countless attendants would all be brought to their knees if not outright slain by his booming speech.</p>

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