Arena page 4
ConnorLachmanec on July 3, 2020
She takes the crooked blade and slices it across her palm, drawing blood. She squeezes the cut tightly, letting dark drops fall down to the sand far below.
“Let the blood spilled in this arena be your sustenance in the pit. Giving you the strength to break your bonds and the good will to spare us your wrath. Your will be done.”
High above Iolanta, the siren raises her hands to the air in ecstatic worship before the image of Kronos, hovering at his yawning sepulchral mouth. “Praise Him!”
Avart at 7:02AM, July 8, 2020
Congrats on the feature; amazing job, excellent artstyle and great story ;)
ConnorLachmanec at 1:52PM, May 3, 2021
Thanks. :) I was featured? (I'm just now seeing these comments and hearing about this because I rarely use this site except to upload)