'Out of the ruins of Dovraga, only one man rose. The King, long dead, has been born anew. Killed by his own subjects, he swore revenge - against the hero that doomed the world.
And so the King, now in the possession of the Specter, began his journey. Tales were made, and legends were born, but soon, the people would face the myth. The King arrived at his old palace and demanded the traitors to be executed. They laughed and bickered, but the King would have none of it… With the Specter, he commanded his army to rise, and to stand by his side one last time!
The traitors attacked, with anger and hate, but their fight was futile… It all ended before it could even begin.
His Stone Throne is still embedded with his Soul. He has come to reclaim it… But after all this time… Is the person on the Throne still the same King?'

This is a piece I started painting live in Lisbon during the Non-Fungible Conference and was a part of Humanity event by Faerian. The prompt was 'A hooded dark sorcerer using black magic to raise an army of undead soldiers to fight the living.'

https://linktr.ee/jakubjagoda