Fighting for the middle
Fading like a shadow in the morning
A stranger in the mirror
A twisted soul instead

I can hear the voices
Telling me to have my own say
Forget the faithless; let them fall away


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“When I discovered that Sil’ra’lok had become the last remaining Centrate and inheritor of the promised land, it almost felt beyond fathomable. Kyl’voh’rix had told me of him, back in the early days, how he stood for nothing and provided little, how he was neither pious nor heretical. While the others squabbled for dominance and battled each other for control, he sat quietly in his tent, awaiting his next instruction. Kyl could have written pages of parchment about each of them, but Sil was beyond him, with only lackluster answers to questions and an extremely pliable nature, it quickly became unsettling.

They knew little of what happened to him when the war broke out, and after a while they assumed that he’d been hunted down and killed quickly by a more bloodthirsty Centrate, set on their first easy target. However, the truth was both more complicated and more simple than we could have ever imagined. It turns out being enslaved by dragons in an impenetrable mountain is a surefire way to win the Battle of the Blind.

And now he sits upon the throne of a God in Sanctuary, drunk with power and eager to set the prophecy into motion, with himself at the center.”

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Took a bit of a break from art and then threw myself headlong into finishing another TPOU piece that I'd been meaning to work on for years. Fun fact! I didn't make any sort of sketch/lines for this whatsoever, literally just slapped down values and vibes and built from there 🙃