Ravenos

Ravenos strides into war like a plague given flesh, his swollen frame and buzzing swarm blotting out all hope around him. With each swing of his scythe, he reaps not just flesh but the very essence of his victims, twisting death itself into a resource for his allies. His presence alone reshapes the field, turning safe ground into hostile mire.

Where Ravenos treads, healing falters and decay spreads. His aura of corruption both shields his allies and rots his foes, making him invaluable to Undead warbands seeking to grind down their enemies. Though ponderous and lacking precision, his resilience ensures he cannot be easily displaced.

At his peak, Ravenos becomes the center of a noxious storm, bolstering allies while suffocating enemies in his cloud. He is less a champion than a calamity, a festering reminder that in Mideon, even death has its horrors, and they it marches clad in torn flesh and noxious ruin.