Shadow Play, Chapter 15

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14

Chapter 15

A dim purple light appeared in Zoltan’s paw, faintly illuminating everyone’s faces, but past that was only an abyss. Terra looked around in confusion. Everything was dark—absolutely everything. Even the window outside. A nearly full Kreludor shone in a starry sky above a pitch-black city.

“My apologies,” Zoltan said. “Being a dark mage, my magic does not exactly provide much illumination.”

“It’s better than nothing,” Isengrim said. “What do you suppose happened?”

“A power outage?” Hyren asked, moving to the window. “Looks pretty severe. And those aren’t really supposed to happen here.”

“Vhy not?” Zoltan asked. He and the others joined the Grundo, and the Kyrii frowned as he gazed out at the silent metropolis.

 

 I really love this one too. Random NPCs just being ridiculous in unnecessarily well-drawn landscapes is my favorite part of this comic.

Also, props if you get the reference!

I needed a break from a big amigurumi project I've been working on, so I made another Digimon--Motimon! I love how that adorable little muzzle and cute paws turned out. Izzy has always been one of my favorite Digidestined. He reminds me so much of myself.

Had to give Silver some closure, poor guy.

... Even though I didn't really give him a proper introduction. Oh well! This comic is not really about cohesion.

 This week's Redbubble design was super fun to put together. I wanted to make it look like a fancy book cover. I'd definitely read a very thick novel about the Ediacaran.

 Had a lot of fun with that magazine cover.

Can any apparel choices 8-year-old boys make be appropriately labeled "fashion", though?

Shadow Play, Chapter 14

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14

Chapter 15

They all burst into the room, weapons at the ready—and no one responded. Instead, Terra found herself looking at a suite that seemed like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages. Dirty laundry littered the floor and the furniture, crumpled pieces of trash were strewn everywhere, and the paintings on the walls hung askew. But someone obviously lived here, because the trash included stacks of empty pizza boxes and Neocola cans.

There was also a blue Kougra tied to a chair, his muzzle gagged. The Masked Intruder’s golden eyes widened when he saw the group, and his long tail lashed frantically.

“Is this a trap?” Isengrim asked him. When the Kougra shook his head, Isengrim moved to the chair and cut him loose.

“Oh—thank goodness someone came!” the Masked Intruder said, stretching out and rolling his shoulders. “They were going to use me as ransom against the other Defenders!”