francoyovich:

The Reunion (Part 2)
As the sun lowers, the hooded figure proceeds through the inner forest of the island. There, the traveller hears it:  A mere murmur at first, but getting stronger as the woods get thicker. It is the never ending beat of a stone metronome pulsating with invisible energy. The rich woodland, filled to the brim with life is presumably feeding on this mysterious artifact.

I had the idea for making this project when I was doing my Dark Souls pieces.
This will be a series of three illustration, but I realized while making them that I have many ideas I would like to develop for this universe.

Stay tuned for the last part.

jrbsfx:

Tʜᴇ Pʜᴇɴᴅʀᴀɴᴀ Dʀɪғᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍᴀʟ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ Rᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜ Hᴇᴀᴅǫᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ғᴜʟʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Cᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴘᴏʀᴛ. Iғ Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ’s ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʟғ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴡᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ʀɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀ-ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ. Tʀᴜʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʟᴏʀɪᴏᴜs ᴛɪᴍᴇs.

Glacial Wastes,
Log 10.664.2