"His merry turned sour the day he accidentally danced through a field of flowers that belonged to Odollo, The Deity of Order. Now he spends eternity locked away in a box caught somewhere between here and there. His will would not go quietly, however. He made sure to take up as much space as possible within that box, expanding his body and posturing in a way that took up as much room as possible. The rest would be taken up by smoke like breath that he constantly exhales in his meditative state. It was his last stand to the Deities that sealed him away. Now no one, mortal or deity can ever have the essence of their free will sealed away again.”
-Libero of Tranquil Rebellion
Forgot about artstation. hello! I've got some catching up to do over the next few days.