Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Falling to the ground, a guard tried to crawl away, stopped right in his track as what looked liked the remains of an organ splattered right in front of his eye, soon followed by a boot that came down upon the lost body part, twisting her feet as her weight bore down in it, a stray stream of blood hit the guard right in the face.

"Get up already you moron!" another guard suddenly showed up, holding nothing but a shield, not seeing the point in carrying anything else when he couldn't hope to hit the danger scouring the city anyways.

At the moment, the guards and The Death Dealer were standing inside of a house, which had received a new paint and severely new decorations just recently, courtesy of a nice and certainly not scary lady.

The crawling guard rolled away from the murderous woman, through the remnants of the home owners, up until he reached the side of his colleague, the assassin not making a single move and just looking at the scene with one of her terrifyingly, precisely telling smiles.

A piece of furniture slightly shifted in position next to the assassin, alongside the movement, a strident cry, very much displeasing to the ears.

"Wah Wah Wah! Is that all you can say?" she reached for it.

"Wait! Don-" the shield bearing guard tried to reason with her, but instead was struck with something, aimed perfectly at the center of his shield, exploding into a fine red must on impact, and finally putting an end to the annoying sound.

It took the two guards a second to realise what had just happened, or rather, it took them a second to accept that it had just happened, plenty enough for Maliah to appear behind them and stab them each in their spines.

Dragging them outside by their feet, for she could tell that those two were the last people still alive within the city, it had taken her much too short of a time to cut down through an entire population of people, but after all, apart from that captain guard fellow, none had demonstrated anything worthy of attention, this city really was just the starting point for mages, so it only had beginners and failures roaming its streets.

She shrugged her shoulders and hoisted the two paralysed fellows up on poles, took twenty steps back, and pulled out a bow and arrows from behind her cloak, she took aim and began to kill some time with some live targets.

"Ouh, that was your spleen right there" she commented as Loimos approached her, the sound of destruction ringing in the background as he showed up.

"Ah, Loimos, I don't know what you wanted to do with everyone dead, but it was a lot of fun, my clients never bother to help me usually!

Like, just because I am the greatest assassin and barely a few people can challenge me, it's a good reason to leave me by my lonesome?" she put her hands up against her cheeks, probably trying to emulate a cute pose, but instead giving a good idea of what an eldritch horror might look like when possessing a human.

Loimos couldn't possibly see a problem with this, and instead pulled something out of his pocket, alongside a hefty amount of salt, somehow, after getting thrown around a whole bunch, he was still packed with salt.

Maliah looked at it with an eyebrow raised, the distant sound of a building collapsing and a pained groan from the un-spleened fellow right there didn't disturb either of them.

"Hold on, but we already agreed for the contract so…" she slapped her chest with her hand.

"Is this a gift?" she was vibrating in place, looking like she just got proposed to. Stay connected through empire

"A present" Loimos shoved it in her hands.

"It will surely come in handy one day" he added, The Death Dealer putting it away under the cover of her cloak.

"It's just that, no one ever gave me a gift, not even my parents, just because we were 'poor' and because I had dozens of siblings, I swear, some people were just raised wrong, I was completely justified to burn them all in the shed they called a house, I mean, why breed like rabbits when there is barely enough space for the two of you already?

Just idiotic, I did a favour to the world to not allow those low-lives from spreading their legacies any further" explaining herself to Loimos, who was just absorbing information and nothing else, only stopping when what was causing the distant demolition came into sight.

Nothing but a mass of pure rot, crafted from the many corpses just lying around, appearing like a giant snail from afar, its shell, the ruins of buildings and habitations in the process of being consumed into this giant of putrefaction.

"You know, I always try my best to maintain the anonymity of my clients, but I will have a hard time convincing the higher-ups that it was all me that erased this entire city from existence" Maliah scratched her chin, but then shrugged.

"Not like they can prove otherwise, you were pretty fun for an emotionless corpse, let's meet and kill again" and just like that, she completely disappeared, the skeleton had no clue where she had gone to, but it didn't really matter.

Despite moving awfully slowly, the rot snail's size allowed it to cover a lot of ground, taking in everything it could until nothing but a patch of dry dirt surrounded by vibrant green grass remained as the remaining testament to Weafewand's presence upon this ground.

The next location he was heading for was Muho Chitai, a city situated in another country entirely, Tochi, where the swordsman wielding one-edged blade were said to originate, a place said to not inhabit many mages and more martial artists utilising complex and difficult battle arts.

Whilst technically closer than the last city, Bourgliotte, it wasn't by much, the travel to this place would be long, incredibly long and since Loimos would travel through the quickest path, he would encounter some environmental hazards and go through actually dangerous areas, the safe roads proper for transporting goods would soon be a distant memory.