After turning the remains of the champion into a puppet using his acquired finesse, as well as sacrifices of his own body, with golemcraft and spirit creation, the horde of snow dwellers didn't back off, instead charging forth harder as though they were in a frenzy.
But was of little importance, Loimos used his rot to propel himself away from the converving mass, and made use of the champion in a most simple way, using its greater size and mass, the undead made it roll around on top of its former fellows, crushing them into red goo without them being able to do anything about it.
Soon afterward, the reanimated corpse ceased any actions, unfortunately, when bringing anything to some sort of undeath, the time was limited as Loimos couldn't quite stop his death force within them from leaking out as it threw itself on the closest life around.
Apart from having a great deal of damaged bones, the undead had dealt with the situation at hand rather well and moved forward, not encountering much of the other inhabitants, for those that he did notice, they all scampered away before he could do anything about their breathing situation.
Stirring up snow as he walked, night fell and the conjoined suns reappeared as he noticed what appeared to be the edge of the mountain, and indeed it was, a rather precarious slop greeted him alongside the sight of a dense forest which trees reached incredibly high, nearly half the distance separating him from the ground down there.
These trees had no leaves whatsoever, only densely packed thorns grew all over them, connecting each of the tall plants to one another, the prickles colouring the whole thing with their dark red.
Assessing and calculating the optimal way of getting down there without exploding against a rock along the way, Loimos was interrupted as the freezing winds going all over the mountains intensified, turning, he realised that, clearly, something had successfully sneaked rather close to him without being picked up by any of his senses.
Sticking himself back on, Loimos rose to his feet, swaying a bit as the rot took proper hold to stop him from dividing himself again, the forest was thriving, however, he wasn't sensing any wildlife anywhere, having monsters capable of hiding from his senses was one thing, but he wasn't even noticing a single insect in the vicinity, he stepped forward, the ground was a bit soft, he could feel himself sinking a slight bit with his every steps, making a splosh noise every time.
This place was damp, seemingly unaffected by the egregious heat coming from above despite the temperature being incredibly high, he must have been close to a large body of water, but he couldn't see any or hear any flowing even when focusing his senses, he had read much things back in Weafewand, many concerning regions ranging from the most simple and uninteresting ones to the magical wonders, somehow, nothing had mentioned this clearly suspicious forest however.
He walked for an entire day without encountering anything he hadn't already, night had fallen and everything was perfectly pitch black, a better environment for the undead, since his darkness awareness could work full time, providing him with an additional sense, yet, there was still nothing, Loimos knew very well that he couldn't have been caught in an illusion, yet, he was well aware that the forest hadn't been nearly so large to begin with.
A few hours of walking into any direction should have taken him right on out, but it hadn't.
Something was definitely off, but just as was about to try something else, he stumbled upon human remains, well, humanoid at the very least, bones in perfect conditions, still wearing their clothes and grasping on an unrusted sword, the corpse sitting against a tree and looking forward still, not curled up miserably like they had died from exposure, just sitting comfortably.
Not a speck of death emanated from the corpse, like it was actually a prop.
Following the discovery, a life signature appeared right behind Loimos, his merged undead senses, telling him everything he could possibly know about the sudden apparition, but before he could do anything about it, it had already grabbed onto him, and without much effort, threw him right through the thorns and branches up above, going through them without breaking any, crashing right back down onto the forest ground.