Exercise in drawing from my imagination
When the great demon lord finally fell his heart was ripped from his chest by the hero. Evil poured from it like a spring of death and it took on a life of it’s own. Before the hero could regain his composure it fled the battle field. They say it’s hiding deep in the earth in a ancient place of evil untouched by light since the birth of the world biding it’s time until it regains power enough to revive the demon lord to it’s former power.