Far away, in a magical art-created land, the sculpted Thinker gazed into his steely hand as sparks fizzled down his bronze arm. The images of Alex and Bartholomew flickered in his palm and faded.
How could this be happening? Groups of humans should not be facing Shadow Swine. Nor be endangered by them. Only the Chosen Ones should battle the enemy. After traversing worlds into his land.
AfterYet they had.
He thought back. For millennia, every time a human lifted a paintbrush or dipped hands in clay, a wondrous being, like himself, had been born. Over time, Artania’s population grew into a perfect blend of watercolor, collage, and mosaics, a mix of multihued lives.
As art changed, separate countries emerged. From the Renaissance Nation where the competing Michelangelo & Leonardo watched
