My role was to serve my people as a tactician.
My name was my rank. I had a soul.
But magic awakened within me, and my role changed.
My mind — trained and carved for purpouse — ceased to matter.
Reduced to a beast, they stripped away my soul and bound me in chains.
Is this the wisdom of the Qun?..
Filled a page with carved faces using technical pen and a mix of orange and red alcohol markers. Pushing line weight and dark backgrounds to make the carved cutouts pop.
