[Namikaze~Sin]

The dusty, black rocks scatter beneath Zhalles feet as he makes his way over to his favorite spot beneath the moon. Daytime. At night there is no light save the distant glow of the milkyway.The ring swinging from his horn glows red with electricity and power as it absorbs the life essence from Zhalle. His eyes water with pain and sorrow as the flaring red force spreds further along his torso. One day he would escape from this treacherous realm...

[Namikaze~Sin]

i loved doing this competition and want to thank whoever opened it (cant rememeber - will find out) for such brilliant lineart