An adventurer wandering through cold dungeons stands before another dark abyss, gazing into the darkness, searching for a way to descend.

The smoky city is as dark as ever, just like the thoughts beneath the mask.

Some soldiers who died in the war mysteriously merge with the surrounding remains and come back to life

Joltober Day 30 - #Witch

Join the dance of the dead

this one is dedicated to my haters

: Aseprite

: Zughy 32

a fearsome hunter that hunts in the dark corners of the forest

some doodles I drew in my free time part 2 :D

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

The cold wind carries away the thoughts