It was easier said than done however, there was a reason why all of these undeads were stuck wandering aimlessly here.
The room, which wasn’t crumbling down like the rest but still bore marks of the ages had four ways leading out of it, one led to the pit Loimos had come from, two others led to dead ends blocked off by a strange, flesh-like growth.
It wasn’t part of some being, he would have been able to tell whether it was of the living or undead, it just happened to look like meat.
The last way, the one facing Loimos as he entered the room wasn’t a dead end per se, it simply required one to scale a wall, something that was beyond the feeble preserved corpses.
It was easier for him to accomplish but not quite as simple as his earlier feat, this wall was also partly covered in the flesh-like substance, resulting in his first few tries to end in utter failure.
Quickly facing the fact that the outgrowth was too slippery for him to climb no matter what he tried, he focused his time on biting and scraping it off the rock instead.
His careful work slowed down by the fact that this thing seemed to refuse to be removed from the territory it had grown over.
This work, which would have typically been considered arduous and downright inhumane, was the sort of thing a court would come up with to punish an especially terrible criminal, or the sort of punishments inflicted upon characters of mythology.
For an undead, it was nothing.
The parts that were peeled off the rest quickly withered and died off, falling apart like burnt paper.
Accompanied by the sounds of his fellow undead prowling around behind his back and of the more distant than ever falling debris, he eventually managed to outspeed the outgrowth and render it nonexistent.
’Clearing the other passageways should also be possible, if it did not grow over the walls as well’
First, he made his way up the wall and crouched down close to the edge, he didn’t have much room up there, the platform only large enough to fit his feet, his skull close to the ceiling.
Looking down, the poor lighting coming from the room behind was of no use right now, thankfully, down into the pit, another light was coming from around a corner.
It was bright and powerful, a shine unlike any other Loimos had gotten to witness before.
It was green and round, seemingly around the same size as his skull.
He diverted his attention elsewhere once he confirmed that nothing necessitated his attention on the island.
Heeding closer inspection to everything else, it was clear that he had found much of what he had been searching for.
Further away from the island, much further, the body of water, which he would classify as a large lake, vast expanses of greenery stretched further than he could see, basically, all directions, save for the one he had come from, were filled with thriving life.
Insects were buzzing around, pollinating flowers, birds chirped happily, small animals that one wouldn’t be able to imagine themselves petting, preys, predators lived in the perfect harmony that was the cycle of life.
It seemed that closer to the shores, the waters were also vibrant with action.
Everywhere he looked, he was faced with different wonders life could come with, varieties of flora and fauna, the sun up above casting its nourishing light upon them all.
Of course, everything was still underground, the walls of the dungeon behind Loimos confirmed that while seemingly unrelated, he was still deep within the earth.
The sun wasn’t real, or maybe it was, the undead had no way of truly telling whether this sort of thing was possible or not.
He hadn’t even known the sun was a thing until a few seconds ago when he looked up.
Lastly, populating the beautiful areas were various sorts of monsters as well, some more intelligent than others.
Monsters and animals were very distinct categories, even if the line could get beyond blurry.
Loimos himself was technically a monster after all and yet, things that were truly just big wolves were monsters as well.
Seeing the refined cycle all around him and the achievements achieved by the more aware of monsters, he felt nothing of course.
One thing was certain however, all of this wouldn’t fly in his presence.