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Oh thank goodness, I'm so glad this turned out as well as it did, because I HATE drawing cityscapes on account of... well... can't draw them worth a damn...
Also, more of my patented heavy-handed symbolic imagery. One of the many great ironies of Blight Angels is that they are humans that have died and... well... been turned into Blight Angels, but, despite the whole 'dead' thing, they are powered by and get their abilities from Life Itself, which has an energy that glows a distinct orange gold.
...a well of immense power sprung from the abyssal depths... and if you aren't careful, you can lose control, fall in, and be swallowed up by it.