Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 195 Gaze Down

Beyond the peak where one could gaze upon countless suns and moons, the terrain was otherwise more treacherous, the area had been the site of battles between giant beings, what they may have looked like impossible to tell, none of their bodies were to be found anywhere, indicating that it had either taken place so long ago that even their mighty bones had fallen to the passage of time, or that they had simply passed by here in their fight, those mountains nothing more than fences to them.

Many parts of the roads were completely gone, forcing Loimos to scale the rugged sides of the mountains to get over the chasms that would drop one straight to oblivion, falling into there would make one a target of tumultuous, biting cold winds, one would either be torn apart by the air currents, or freeze to death before reaching the ground, which was now impossible to make out, foggy frost covering all vision just a few meters below the feet.

Having to hang from rough edges, whilst cutting through dense clouds was already difficult enough, the rocky walls could give out at any moment, the mountains were not forgiving of mistakes, if Loimos lost his hold, he would be swiftly swept further away.

One not only needed to be extremely careful, but they needed to be quick, any extra second spent manoeuvering was nothing but an additional occasion for the mountains to tear you limb from limb, creating this caravan really had been a great idea, the surface area Loimos could grab onto was significantly increased.

Though those aspects, coupled with the incredibly harsh environment would have already claimed the lives of most explorers, there were also irregular tremors to add to the mix, the mountains shaking intensely from time to time, like the peaks were slamming into one another, a singular pulse that came at odd moments, causing many smalls bits of the walls to break apart into rocks.

The ripples of vibration travelling straight into Loimos and his caravan, those bound by the usage of muscles would have found their precious flesh giving out on their own, for the majority.

Loimos did not let go however, the natural hazards coming close to felling him, but never managing to achieve victory over him, the undead needed months to reach the top of this mountain, not only was it even taller than the previous ones combined, the rowdy travel here made everything more difficult.

At the very peak, yet another environment awaited him, lush vegetation, a miniature ecosystem of nothing but plants of ice and snow, they possessed life force, and grew similarly to regular trees and flowers.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

No solar or lunar bodies anywhere in sight despite the elevation being several times superior to before, just a campfire in the midst of this freezing foliage, a single figure, their appearance concealed under countless stacks of fur, taken from creatures roaming the mountains.

"You were deemed worthy of undeath by a gravelord, why do you desire it?" Loimos could see it, the deep chasm where the gravelord had found home, covered in a thick mist of frost, preventing all light that could somehow find its way here to pass through.

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A staircase had been made into the side of the mountain, made from nothing but this woman's hands, she must have really been camping out here for a while, having refined the stairs to the level talented sculptors would have.

"Hehehe, that is embarrassing, Lord Dracula did not like my answer very much" she fidgeted around, pushing the very tips of her two index fingers together, the sort of actions that looked a bit ridiculous on a giant.

Loimos did not even need further elaborations, to realise that this living woman was just like One, she told him what it was that she desired anyways, one could only wonder where those people came from.

But the undead could only approve, death and life did not have as different of characteristics as it seemed on the surface, it was only because life dominated this world that things formed around it.

So, who was to say that an undead could not bear a child?

Although, showing up in front of a gravelord, without even knowing what a gravelord was, as a living, and asking to be fertilised right at this instant was more than a little bit daring, and idiotic.

"My name is Elenantiel, The Desirerer, would you mind asking him again on my behalf? I was told not to come back unless I wanted to be, and I quote, impaled in a way I wouldn't like-"

Loimos had already reduced his caravan's size and begun walking down the stairs.