Twilight of the Deathless gathers every thread of Anthony Azekwoh’s long-running saga into one final, glowing moment.
Against a field of raw red, a lone knight, a mourning widow, and a circle of silent witnesses frame the lone figure who lifts a bowl of chroma—offering, farewell, and countdown in the same gesture. A serpent, the great Jörmungandr, the world eater, arcs overhead, poised to close its own loop and seal the story.
The painting is spare in colour yet rich in feeling: devotion, loss, and rebirth sit side by side, held together by brushstrokes that feel both urgent and inevitable. It is the instant just before darkness, when every life—and every myth—admits its ending.
