After dealing with a swarm of the living dead and sorcerers, you encounter a man consumed by leeches.

A sorcerer who feeds on the souls of insects in dark caves is slowly becoming no different from the insects he consumes.

someone waiting for the whisper of the wind in a cold and dark land

Joltober Day 30 - #Witch

a broken robot wandering in a barren land

Happy #WIPWednesday! Are you working on a game? Making some art? Practicing a song? Something else? Tell us in the comments!

You're surrounded by lots of nice and friendly people, but a voice inside tells you something is wrong, and there's a cat.

A small group of friends is flying in the sky.

this one is dedicated to my haters

: Aseprite

: Zughy 32

The bigger my toothy grin is The smaller my troubles grow