
Artist's commentary
At World's End
The faerie of the lake was granted something more precious and brilliant than any other.
It was granted only to her, born in the Inner Sea of the Planet and dispatched to the surface:
The proof of the great mother who creates the world.
As long as she obeyed her mission from Paradise, she would eventually reach the terminus of all Elementals, as a soul of the planet.
However...
She discarded that promised glory, for it was not her own wish.
Her staff of healing became a spear to strike down her foes.
The light in her eyes that she was born with faded in battle.
By the end of her long journey, she had lost a great many things.
In exchange, she gained a stark white throne.
This was the tale of Britain that she desired.
And yet, she still remembers...
The days when she was loved at the World's End.
The gentle price of a dream she left behind at that stone throne.