|Random from The White Witch|
Two, maybe three minutes tops. That's how late they were. Meera could tell. The air was still electrified, ozone discharges mixing with the tangy stench of cadaver into a nauseating aroma. "We lost him." said Kayne, declaring the obvious. "By an inch. Again." added Meera.
This ordeal was growing into a serious thorn on her side. Two weeks ago, her unit was tasked with the investigation of an outrageous criminal who broke into the western Mausoleum and snatched away the bodies of several young women awaiting cremation. One such body now lay on the surgical table at the center of this makeshift laboratory. The young girl was eerily pristine, her skin reminiscent of porcelain. Her melancholic beauty a stark contrast to this slaughterhouse, where the stench of rotting flesh was tangible enough to feel like it clogged the nostrils. Meera observed the body closely but without laying a finger on it. It was a common practice among necromancers to trap bodies with explosives or curses, a parting gift left behind for their pursuers. Still, even Meera' enhanced senses couldn't decipher this riddle by simply observing. Why girls? Why now? These were questions she had to answer, quickly. Every time someone on her team found a lead, the Necromancer was already a step ahead of them. They got close two times, three if you count tonight, but, not close enough.
Meera could feel the eyes on her back. Her peers, her superior investigators, everyone was watching, waiting for her unit to fail. She had a success streak far too good and way too fast. Among the senior investigators, Meera was the youngest and her unorthodox methods only furthered their disdain. Meera knew there were many who would be very happy for her to fail this case. After all, scandalous cases such as this one have put many investigators out of service, or worse. She prowled the lab, always wary of traps. Her squad was already scanning the area for clues: scribbled notes, a certain material, a piece of cloth, anything that could help them determine where he has been the past hours. The best way to predict the future is by studying the past, this she knew well. Her eyes passed through something on the floor, a dark smear under a ramshackle desk. Blood? No, not blood, it was mud. There's a lot of mud to be found here in the labyrinthine sewers where the Necromancer chose to enstablish his hideout, yet this one was not the toxic mixture of human waste and mortar you come across here. Meera pushed the desk away as she crouched to investigate, sending pencils and empty notebooks tumbling on the floor. Kayne approached her from behind, curious to see what she uncovered. Hopefully something to set them on a course again. Despite the respirators of his helmet, the stench was so overwhelming that his throat was starting to close. "There's dirt, it probably stuck under his soles. It's peculiar. Look." She gestured at the smear and Kayne could see it was clearly a foreign body to the sewers. "Looks almost fertile, like from a grove or something." They paused for a long moment, as the rest of the squad gathered around them. "To the greenhouses." Meera declared.
It took its time but it is finally done.
Started the concept during inktober last year, and only got the time to sit and finish it this year.
Thanks to all who join the streams while I was working on this illustration.
I have couple more ideas to explore this word, so that might be the next step for the Skating Giants.
You can check the process on and details on www.artstation.com/artwork/3K3…
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