Artist's commentary
Cold Winter 1947 6
Having lost the black witch, the half of its body that regulates it, even the remaining "human form" in the warlock disappeared. On top of it's head appeared a red and bright eye with countless intertwining wires coming from it, floating into the space, like a gigantic snake. Flight Lieutenant Wittgenstein shot thin shelled high-capacity magic explosive projectile (Minengeschoß) and cut the serpent in half, but with menacing speed the wires got back together.
"Damn monster!"
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