Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 363 Under The Sea

"Sir Loimos, I could not help but notice that you seemed to be searching for something in particular" asked the mistborn, the two of them currently standing on the ocean's floor, or rather, the lowest point on their current position, they were scaling a mountain of coral as the dreadful pressure around attempted to crush them, to no avail, one was simply unaffected, and the other held a part of sovereignty over water.

They were seeking a path inside, it would be simple to just break in to place the generator, but Loimos was well aware that King Nitok sought to preserve as much as was possible, The Prince Of Death was an avid collector, and as absurd as it might sound, he wanted to document all cultures and all manners of knowledge, the undeads were loyal, but they were not a single mass with the same vision of things, those that had once lived in a desert, or emerged within one, would feel a sense of familiarity to such a place.

As the king wished both to keep a trace of everything, and to please his subjects, it was important to not graze everything when possible, and in this situation, Loimos had all the time in the world.

And it was also an opportunity to walk Poitirus through the domain he would soon be watching over, not every body of water was the same as Mistdrown, to enact his full power, he needed to be familiar with the different types of waters and creatures available for him to use in every situation, the waters were the firstmost line of defence in case of an assault on the mainland, and Poitirus would be the ruling hand in here at all times.

Loimos did not linger on to answer the question, there was indeed something, or rather, someone that he had been seeking ever since Viridis had been claimed.

"Quideos Audit, the living prophet has completely vanished" he responded.

Indeed, Loimos had returned to the sunken mountain, finding Silvaram, a primordial tree that had served to contain Thanatok's devouring life, but the seer who had been hiding there had disappeared entirely, and even after turning the tree to an undead, Silvaram could not tell where Audit had gone to, he had simply vanished out of thin air, hiding on the undead mainland was impossible, the potent miasma would destroy him, and Loimos knew that the prophet had not perished, the remnants of life force clearly told him so.

The living had failed to stop the undead once already, but allowing him to try again could prove problematic, none could do however, he had disappeared without leaving any trail behind.

Poitirus had not much to say to this, tilting his head as he planted a generator in the center of the coral mountain, the surrounding colours were plenty, compared to Mistdrown, the ambiance was much less bleak.

Thinking that Loimos had most certainly already made every obvious consideration, so Poitirus instead focused on his surroundings, in the ambient darkness that was natural so deep, he could sense far and wide, and this ecosystem was one of many wonders and horrors, both most of the time.

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"So, it's a holy beast?"

"Divine beast"

"More powerful than the sea serpent?"

"Most definitely"

It was a common belief that the gods gained more power by being worshipped alongside probably other means, no one had ever asked one if that was true, or the records had been lost, but one thing was certain, when something or someone was worshipped, they had the possibility of gaining a holy disposition, as an idol.

Of course, that did not always work, but Loimos was saying that the beast was divine rather than holy, which was the step above.

Unique specimens like this one were must-haves for the undead, they represented great power instantly, and Loimos was also a wielder of divine energy thanks to being death's chosen champion, so it should be rather simple.

"Try making it submit, Poitirus"

Or not.