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Hideous. Inocenta snared as her creation came to life. Disgusting.
The Imperial stared back at her through hollow eye sockets, rot long since claiming what little form it had left. Resurrection blinked ancient eyes, drawing itself to its full monstrous height. The scientist scrambled back, shrieking as she whispered about how monstourity deserved death, how much devastation it could cause should it be allowed to live. The Empress only smirked, advancing towards the rotting corpse of an Imperial.
Resurrection had been long since eaten by nature and gnawed on by rot. What little flesh remained were only the toughest of sinew and the strongest of bones. His ivory skull gleamed in the light, and the Clan shrank back from the plants that now laced his form.
Necrobotany, that was what it was called, right? The Empress knew of a dear old friend who’s power resided in that. Clusters of plants devoured his form, tree roots sunken deep in his cartilage. His organs, those uneaten by birds of course, were visible from under a thin veil of plants and vines. His element was unknown, there was no way to glean that from his hollow skull sockets.
The Empress gave him armor to cover his monstrous form, and covered his eyes with a spined helmet. She stripped away all he had been in the past, fashioning him into her perfect weapon, a dragon that had refused death. He was life from death, and he was death from life. The Clan weaves around Resurrection as if he was not there, and he does not mind.
His mind was devoured by death alongside his body.
Now, he lumbers around, shredding whatever needs to be killed and devouring what remains. Enemies that surround him quickly find themselves outmatched by the very parasites and fauna that he carries in his form, and the sheer hatred in his rotten soul.
He is Nature and he is Plague, he is Resurrection and he will devour you whole.
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