The Overseer is connected to everything and sees all. Always followed by his pack of War Dogs.
In the desolate, fractured realm of Oblivion Parallax, a world sculpted from the wreckage of ambition and the echoes of agony, the Overseer and his War Dogs stride as biomechanical veteran titans amidst a landscape strewn with the debris of failed experiments of machine and man.
The ground itself is a graveyard of trials and tests gone awry—half-formed limbs, shattered skulls, and torsos of synthetic flesh litter the floors of crumbling labs and weave into the very architecture, a grotesque testament to the hubris that birthed this nightmare.
The Overseer is a figure of cold, unyielding authority. His form is a towering amalgam of flesh and machine. Brought to life in the crucibles of Oblivion Parallax’s experimental forges, his mind stripped of empathy and expanded into a labyrinth of logic and control. His chest houses a reactor-like core that emits a low, ominous thrum, powering the intricate network of circuits and sinew that keeps him alive and allows complete surveillance. His head is crowned with a halo of articulated sensors, and numerous eyes—sharp and unblinking—surveys the world with a detached precision. He commands not just his War Dog but an entire pack of similar biomechanical beasts, each a variation on the theme of canine ferocity melded with mechanical lethality.
At the heart of this chaos looms the Final Boss, the architect of it all—a figure known only as the Progenitor.
Hand Drawn in Pen&Ink on Strathmore 5000 Bristol paper
Framed original included
