Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Clearly, making any sort of movement or action was agitating the solid mass of life stuck in the zombified seer, he hadn\'t moved at all from this spot for this very reason, but he knew very well that the spear couldn\'t be removed at this point, he had already been forced to crawl all the way down here, with how much the life had already penetrated, all he could do was share his meagre knowledge, which he couldn\'t even be sure was relevant any longer.

"First, the Elven Light appeared, her abilities were a direct counter to both the vampires and our king himself, at around the same time, it became clear that Sun-Walker was never a true undead, he had only showed up out of nowhere, it didn\'t take long before he began taking actions" the flesh on his head melted nearly completely off, slipping through Irmandos\'s fingers.

The locusts spread their wings, buzzing filling the crooked space as the seer went into details about Sun-Walker\'s treachery, he conspired with the elven heroin, allowing her to face Nitok on a one-on-one, a battle where the undead king was at a disadvantage, but somehow, even when faced off against a natural enemy of power rivalling his own, Nitok was simply not going down.

Since prolonging a confrontation for too long could mean the arrival of the royal guards and gravelords, who Sun-Walker was supposed to preoccupy, Maiele Liameilos was forced to abandon the idea of total annihilation and sealed off the king of the dead.

With his fall, those who lived in death scuttered away and despite being able to fight still, the gravelords all fell back and went into hiding, Irmandos was slowly getting more and more incoherent, unlike Loimos, which both soul and mind alike were considered dead, Irmandos only had regular ones, who were neither alive or dead.

The life seeping into him was altering his speech and thoughts, it was doubtful whether what he was saying was perfectly in line with what he had truly meant to tell, his lower jaw detached but he kept on speaking.

"The gravelords believe wholeheartedly that only with Nitok leading the dead can they triumph over life, they have retreated for I have predicted that it was the best course of action, that Nitok would naturally break off of the seal, fret not my fellow, time is on our side" he went completely silent for a few seconds, his body collapsing upon itself.

Loimos manifested some rot, preparing to decay what remained of Irmandos and absorb the ambient death force as Faraday had advised him to for he believed Loimos had the capabilities to accomplish such a feat.

"Vwoldtnir! Deep Crawler!" the zombie shouted, not even addressing Loimos any longer, it was quite unbefitting of an undead.

"Dracula, Son Of Dragon" after the outburst, his voice went down.

He recited the name and titles of each of the gravelords, as though he was announcing their arrival in a throne room.

"Vespertillo, The Night Flier"

"Nosferatu, Of The Foetid Blood"

Loimos had already heard much about the gravelords from Faraday, but the steel skeleton hadn\'t bothered to mention their titles, he waited for the seer to finish.

"Körpersucher, Mind Scourge"

"Multaemanus, The Unceasing"

"Atsalinopalo, The Shattered"

He paused, his melted body writhing as the spear of life threatened to break into pieces any seconds from now, his head falling to the ground, smashing against the ground like a rotten watermelon.

"Sun-Walker, The Curse Breaker"

He ceased and with this, Loimos enveloped him, and the locust with rot, pulling the remaining death to him as the spear shattered, dried completely of life in the process of extinguishing Irmandos.

As he had stated himself, there was nothing to do, so there were no failures here, only success on Loimos\'s part, it was just a shame that an undead that had been so close to the undead king had to be destroyed like this, that life spear had been some effective work as well, the skeleton could feel that, had he attempted to get rid of it which his usual methods, that it would have just detonated on the spot, the life within was rather volatile.

The hand moved out of the thin passageway and into the chasm, the rot created from all of this followed closely behind him, he dug into the ground with acidic blood, stuffing all of this rot away from prying eyes.

The bat monsters showed no reaction, still deep in their slumber as a bony hand moved along the ground before joining up with the rest of the rot, Loimos converting his own limb into more rot, this little underground operation he was doing was a little surprise that would come in at a later date.

With the knowledge that Sun-Walker, an undead chosen by death to be a gravelord, was a traitor, he had to be more mindful of that sun-walking vampire from Alizé, which was why, Loimos had been walking around the surface all of this time, searching for a certain life force signature.

The one of the guard that he had spotted working at the gate, he had heard their entire discussion and thus knew that Armond was affiliated with Alizé, with Miqi, who by all accounts had been in charge of contacting the decision makers of that group, taken out of the picture, it shouldn\'t be out of the realm of possibilities that they would come and ask Armond about it eventually.

As a guard working at the entrance and seemingly solely in charge of deciding who got in or not, Loimos reasoned that he was the one permitting entry of whatever substances Alizé was making, he was rather important all in all.

As a cadaver, Loimos had time to spare, he just needed to make sure Armond wouldn\'t try to slip away from the city, so once he found out where he lived by tracking his life force, he simply walked up to his front door and knocked.