- Nodus Astra -

Yet; he's one of the few survivors from the battle against Ketheric Thorm and the shadow curse. Can you imagine the feeling of dread as the lands around you is plunged into a cursed darkness, your fellow warriors being taken, mutated, transformed into spectres right in front of you. Like the cinematic with the Harpers, except there's no warning and nobody knows what's going on. Reciting the names of the fallen would take days.

"I was forgetting who I was. But you lifted the fog."

But he soldiers on. A hundred years pass.

Then he meets you.

Mandatory listening;

While the initial sketch was really just a thing I did to relax, when I decided to colour it in I made a conscious decision to paint it in juxtaposition to my first painted portrait of him. Instead of this cocky, glowing, happy, confident vibe, I wanted it vulnerable, quiet, longing, romantic. Like a portrait you'll see in a gallery. Instead of the sun warming his back and giving him a glow, it's his lover that's providing the only light. In this moment he gives up on the responsibility of being a leader and look to them for their wisdom instead.

Then I added the blood and suddenly it was not only quiet, but tragic.