"Mmh… Those livings, they are up to something, I can feel it… What do you think Ourlst?" addressing his brother in arm, the right hand was looking over the horizon, not even capable of perceiving the next continent on the chopping block, yet still, the knight felt rather confident in this claim.
"Yes, the life force seem to be ever-so more agitated in this direction, but Horhir, Belliste is not a matter of concern at the moment, we are to properly secure our hold over every bit of territory we spread the miasma over, it will take years to reach Bellist" the two foremost knights of Loimos were standing upon the very front of a ship, a veritable goliath of steel, soldiers carrying large weapons, firing harpoons and all manners of projectiles, dedicated knights habituated to the marine environment leaping into the water and converting the slayed creatures to undeath.