'The shape that severs the peak's colossal wing remains fixed in the wound. Myrmidon Elspeth approaches from an undiscovered country decades away. Even the woods remember the great wave of white feathers dipping into the canyon. It's said there lies a moon boiling deep in the belly of the mountain: a choice in the form of a puzzle. With Nameless Blade, Agnys' kin creeps further beyond the frame, into the grand sigil candescent.'

Pen and ink drawing coloured digitally 3535 X 3535 at 300dpi