Curse of Knowledge
A story that came to my mind while drawing this. --- She could not delay. At least that's what she had to tell herself to not lose her conviction. This is her purpose. Conjuring is as dangerous as it is old. The elders cursed upon it. The elders forbade it. The elders lamented... The elders grew... silent. In terror she realised what she had done. The sacrifice was far worse than she could have prepared herself for. The pact is done. The pact is done... but what for... Her mind went blank, upon realising what it meant to be the protector. Protector of knowledge. Knowledge that had to survive at any cost, no matter the price. Indiscriminate protection. Knowledge as essence, knowledge as a curse... knowing that she'd be the one to become an elder as their lives are forfeit. Knowledge is indiscriminate.
