Loimos left this miasma generator to do its own thing as he began to go on the move, being the unappetising meal that he was, rare were the cave dwellers willing to engage him in any sort of manners, only the hairless monkeys seemed intent on flexing their mind powers on anyone within reach.
Some insects seemed willing to try and lay their eggs on the bits of rots protruding on his bones, none of them ever managed to do so, getting sucked into the rot and disappearing forever.
Some scavengers and eaters of the dead briefly turned to him, but even to them, he would be a severe stomach ache.
The lone undead retained a perfect memory of the words carved by the hollow suits of armour, the confusing nature of the underground did little to trouble him as he absolutely did not follow the instructions, preferring to approach from a completely different angle.
