Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 828 - 828: Simple Undead

After travelling through sunlight and appearing before the dark keep, the two ancestors got to see the great fortress from up-close, and its mighty frame seemed even more impressive from such an angle, its close surroundings were unnaturally dark, pure darkness flowing out from the very walls and obscuring what should be brightly lit, such a thing directly affected the gift of light granted by the emerald sun.

Beasts who once populated the area had all fled, in fact, the wildlife in a wide radius around had retreated, even that which would be considered a good distance away from here, meaning that they could sense great danger coming from within, and indeed, Hirzartanli herself could sense danger as well.

It only took a few minutes until an undead emerged to great them, up from the wall, one made a strangely stylish entrance by leaping off, spinning through the air, and just landing right upon the edge of where the leaking darkness reached, a sheathed blade hanging upon his back accompanied by a short bow and quiver full of inky-coloured arrows, his left hand obscured by a cloak that only extended upon that one side.

Dressed completely in black, ample clothing, he could stand in the shadows and simply disappear from sight, that was how dark the attire was, and not even a smidge of his appearance could be seen, all that could be made out was his voice as he spoke up.

"Do you wish for an audience with the general?" it was cold and hollow, but perhaps not completely, bearing a small hint of a strong personality.

'Madness…' the All-Beast knew a fair bit about being lost in insanity, having been consumed by contradictory beast instincts after having momentarily strayed from the right path, so she could tell that the undead before them could potentially go crazy if the right condition was met.

'Seems like the big bad was expecting a visit' Solzmimi transferred her thoughts to the other ancestor through a ray of light before responding to the query.

"Indeed, is it possible?" she smiled brightly at the undead, who did not seem too impressed, though he marked a pause before actually replying.

"Lord Loimos is already waiting for you, follow me" and without any further ado, he turned around and began walking, the two ancestors looking at one another and deciding to follow, the closer they went, the deeper the darkness became, until they finally stepped inside of the keep, finding themselves in dark that was both natural and unnatural.

Light could not reach here, but there was something else, something more tangible that obscured the surroundings, one familiar with the undead empire might be tempted to believe that it was a manifestation of the king's dominion that had taken root as the empire claimed territory in the Emerald Realm, but Hirzartanli could feel that the darkness held a certain bestial quality to it, marking it as the result of a creature passively, or actively spreading the abnormal darkness.

In fact, she could sense countless beasts within the keep, none were currently close-by, but a few were definitely special, perhaps worthy of being called 'great beasts'.

"Say… What's up with the darkness?" Solzmimi tried to ask a question, and surprisingly, the undead responded.

"Dark is one of the fundamental aspects of death" though his answer didn't actually say much at all.

"What's your name?" so instead, she followed up with something more personal.

"It is of little importance, but I am called Robert"

'That sounds like a typical name from the world beyond the realm…' Solzmimi had snooped around quite a lot, definitely more than anyone would be comfortable with, but after all, the light reflected upon the moon allowed for skilled sun worshippers, to peek at the dreams of others, and the kind sun had been very interested in the dreams of newcomers, apart from them, only Arzt had ever seen anything other than the Emerald Realm, and that old fogey only had the most nonsensical, headache-inducing dreams instead of anything actually interesting.

Having looked into many of the dreams of outsiders with much more precision than any of the heralds could have, she actually knew a fair bit more about the undead and Loimos than she was letting on, and as such, also knew that 'Robert' definitely wasn't the sort of names undeads came up with.

"What did you use to do when you were alive?" she asked, and Hirzartanli shot a glance at her fellow that clearly said that it might not be the wisest of things to ask.

But once again, the undead did not seem to care much about the question, though he only shrugged and gave a response that answered nothing.

"I worked in a small town, fallen from grace"

"Is that so?"

"Indeed, I was the most powerful around, even if that doesn't actually mean much, the mayor used to pay me handsomely though, so I didn't mind that I could have lived somewhere better with my skills… Here we are"

He stopped in front of a large, stone door.

Compared to what the hideout had been said to look like, the keep was completely different, stone everywhere, no signs of the pipes or wires that had been omnipresent in the underground, the hallways felt bare, silent and empty.

For some reason, the two ancestors had not walked by any other rooms on their way there, and the room where the general was claimed to be by Robert was much too close to the entrance to be the actual room where such a figure should be residing, and yet, when the doors slid open in a cacophony of utter quietness, they found themselves in a grand room, circular, pits lining the walls, an elevated, square-like structure draped in curtains.

And an undead just standing in the middle, hands behind his back, emanating a foetid air.

Robert did not step inside and went away immediately, the door shutting by themselves, leaving only the two ancestors with the one that should be the general.

"Welcome, I am Loimos, I assume that you two are the kind sun and All-Beast?" there was a certain whiplash effect, as the previous guy had definitely sounded cold and unfeeling, but Loimos made them rethink what these two words actually meant as he somehow spoke exactly how a corpse would.

There simply was nothing in his tone, purely hollow and empty, no feeling, no emotion…

One could hardly even feel like it was a question, or even a sentence, it was the same as if they had read a series of unrelated words strung up together, in their dreams, the people who had survived him had not been accurate in their portrayal, but it was to be expected, he was a boogeyman to them, a monster of slaughter, a vile being that haunted their nights.

But their perception and reality were much different.

Loimos was not a foul creature, he was just an undead, as simple as that.

The most undead of them all.

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