The Frayspire Wastes
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
“Where once oaths were made, and now only echoes remain.”
What remains of ancient tombs, forgotten keeps, and broken villages lies scattered across a scarred plain — fractured ruins crowned with ash, bound in threadless silence. Once sacred, now hollow.
At the center rises a massive broken arch, split by veins of red unraveling light. It is said the Vorenth gather here — not to build, not to destroy, but to unmake. This land no longer remembers its name. Only what was lost.
The Frayspire Wastes
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
“Where once oaths were made, and now only echoes remain.”
What remains of ancient tombs, forgotten keeps, and broken villages lies scattered across a scarred plain — fractured ruins crowned with ash, bound in threadless silence. Once sacred, now hollow.
At the center rises a massive broken arch, split by veins of red unraveling light. It is said the Vorenth gather here — not to build, not to destroy, but to unmake. This land no longer remembers its name. Only what was lost.