The Autumn Scourge
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
When the leaves turn to flame and the sun bleeds into dusk, he walks again. Clad in obsidian filigree and crowned with a burning sigil of conquest, the Autumn Scourge is the living memory of a cursed season — a fallen prince turned arbiter of ruin. His eyes burn with ancestral fire, and his armor whispers of wars written out of history. In the forest’s dying breath, his name is feared as both omen and judgment.
The Autumn Scourge
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
When the leaves turn to flame and the sun bleeds into dusk, he walks again. Clad in obsidian filigree and crowned with a burning sigil of conquest, the Autumn Scourge is the living memory of a cursed season — a fallen prince turned arbiter of ruin. His eyes burn with ancestral fire, and his armor whispers of wars written out of history. In the forest’s dying breath, his name is feared as both omen and judgment.