Part 3/7
Damon’s Growth Stages — 1 Nocturnalian Year
(11 Earth Years)
The first seasonal cycle of the young Twilight Guardian has come to an end, and a gentle shadow once again envelops the forests of Tanarael. The bioluminescent glows of the ecosystems fade, and the constant auroras dim, turning into rare blue flashes.
The echoing roar of the eternal Raengarn over the ocean falls silent — and with it, all of Nocturnal seems to still. The music fades. Songs are no longer heard. Even voices grow faint, dissolving in the dense atmosphere.
This is Hiberembra — the season of silence, caution, and darkness.
A long-awaited rest, and a dangerous trial at the end of every cycle.
For Damon, Nivarros is the best time.
No one calls for him. No one looks for him. No one remembers him. The night of his birth draws near. In Nivarros, day and night merge, and the world loses its sense of time. The dull, indifferent light of Soul slides across his black fur, and every step through the empty corridors sounds out of place.
Now, all that he has — is himself.
Damon’s Growth Stages — 1 Nocturnalian Year
(11 Earth Years)
The first seasonal cycle of the young Twilight Guardian has come to an end, and a gentle shadow once again envelops the forests of Tanarael. The bioluminescent glows of the ecosystems fade, and the constant auroras dim, turning into rare blue flashes.
The echoing roar of the eternal Raengarn over the ocean falls silent — and with it, all of Nocturnal seems to still. The music fades. Songs are no longer heard. Even voices grow faint, dissolving in the dense atmosphere.
This is Hiberembra — the season of silence, caution, and darkness.
A long-awaited rest, and a dangerous trial at the end of every cycle.
For Damon, Nivarros is the best time.
No one calls for him. No one looks for him. No one remembers him. The night of his birth draws near. In Nivarros, day and night merge, and the world loses its sense of time. The dull, indifferent light of Soul slides across his black fur, and every step through the empty corridors sounds out of place.
Now, all that he has — is himself.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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Size 1859 x 1981px
File Size 1.68 MB
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