I no longer search for my children, though I know they yet live. I gave up my home, my friends. For the last two thousand years, I have wandered unfamiliar lands, my clothes tattered, hunting down monsters for which I will receive no recognition or compensation. My scars… they are too many to count. I have nothing; even my will, it seems, I have sacrificed to you…
And you, Lulëzim… What have you given me in return?
sketch of my OC, Antaeus, in the present day