"Humans are evil." Banners of war fluttered in the wind as war horns resounded throughout the continent. Disregarding the cries of innocents and sinners alike, the horrors of war consumed the humans, leaving only one pitiful survivor. Loathed by all things, the phoenixes sealed the human underground. He slumbered by his lonesome until a fateful encounter with a prideful yet ambitious elf, Iolas, opened a new possibility for him.

An enthusiastic artist trying to improve however I can day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year.