Closing the gap, ever

So far towards the horizon, we don't meet people. Only monsters fighting monsters fighting monsters.

Strange physiques. Picking a side is an exercise in creativity, nothing more.

Perched high upon my steed, I survey another battlefield.

Will we get to the end, ever? Or will we succumb to our ailments?  

(flutter of wings)

(warcry is fun)

(bone obelisk by wilhelminiatures)