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After months of traveling northwards, bearing all manner of grim hellscapes and treacherous elements, an ominous sight began to appear on the horizon. We knew our journey's end is near. There before us lay the great highlands stretching to either directions like a wall with no end in sight. After 3 hours of traversing the highland passage; lo and behold, the Capital dawned upon us like a grand revelation. The great city spanned in all direction on the other side of the highlands and beyond. Even from where I stand, the Capital is a brutal assault upon one's senses as it is apparent that the capital's layout made absolutely no sense. Towering structures and buildings densely packed together without order, like a necropolis whose every inch of soil stuck with tombstones and mausoleums. Above all, the most iconic landmark of the capital was the Prime Citadel that lay atop an artificial mountain, surrounded by masses of buildings from below; no doubt, mostly inhabited by the nobility... but alas, the capital is perpetually blanketed by pollution that one could hardly grasp the true glory of the citadel.

This is the seat of government of the Hierarch Ascendancy, and their nexus of power. Somehow... despite an end to our weariness, coming here filled me with a creeping sense of primal dread. This is not a place teeming with activity and "life" as one would expect from a typical city. In fact, despite the size and grandiosity of the capital, there is an air of solemnity about, save for the howl of the wind and the subtle thrum and drum of machinery. It is a place of contradictions... nevertheless, we have official errands to attend to. And no amount of horrors we encountered on the wastes could compare to whatever reprimand would come upon us if we tarry any longer.

-Excerpt from the First Envoy's journal-

Impressions of the Waning Void

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After months of traveling northwards, bearing all manner of grim hellscapes and treacherous elements, an ominous sight began to appear on the horizon. We knew our journey's end is near. There before us lay the great highlands stretching to either directions like a wall with no end in sight. After 3 hours of traversing the highland passage; lo and behold, the Capital dawned upon us like a grand revelation. The great city spanned in all direction on the other side of the highlands and beyond. Even from where I stand, the Capital is a brutal assault upon one's senses as it is apparent that the capital's layout made absolutely no sense. Towering structures and buildings densely packed together without order, like a necropolis whose every inch of soil stuck with tombstones and mausoleums. Above all, the most iconic landmark of the capital was the Prime Citadel that lay atop an artificial mountain, surrounded by masses of buildings from below; no doubt, mostly inhabited by the nobility... but alas, the capital is perpetually blanketed by pollution that one could hardly grasp the true glory of the citadel.

This is the seat of government of the Hierarch Ascendancy, and their nexus of power. Somehow... despite an end to our weariness, coming here filled me with a creeping sense of primal dread. This is not a place teeming with activity and "life" as one would expect from a typical city. In fact, despite the size and grandiosity of the capital, there is an air of solemnity about, save for the howl of the wind and the subtle thrum and drum of machinery. It is a place of contradictions... nevertheless, we have official errands to attend to. And no amount of horrors we encountered on the wastes could compare to whatever reprimand would come upon us if we tarry any longer.

-Excerpt from the First Envoy's journal-

Impressions of the Waning Void

BUY PRINTS INPRNT

BUY PRINTS ARTFLAKES

MY WEBSITE ELEMENTJ21

INSTAGRAM ELEMENTJ21

FB PAGE ELEMENTJ21 DESIGNS

BEHANCE JULIAN FAYLONA