In a distant and quiet grove guarded by decayed statues and stones, a corpse seemingly rests and merges with the soil, serving as a home to a very strange squirrel... until it awakens.
I had been looking forward to painting these coming few pages, I finally get to draw Beast in his still sleepy glory!
The Beast protects the Sanctum. That is its mission. Then why is its home so quiet? All the spirits are gone, save for three small ones, and there are intruders in the woods... What has happened to the Sanctum?
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