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Ep 93. Nightcrawler

1/23/26

Something shouts for help. The sky and grass in Outskirts are a deep red, with stars swirling in the night sky. Text describes the sound of footsteps crunching in the dry grass as something runs towards the cries. Comet narrates in text boxes, Every day, It takes a few steps closer. The assimilated object stands in the center of a small clearing, where the imprints of their two feet are stamped into the ground a small distance away to indicate they've been standing in the same spot every day, gradually closer. They are surrounded by small stones with flecks of red on them, placed in a circle around the clearing.
The monologue continues, Only as I sleep, Whenever that is, In endless night. But something is smarter, Keen eyes, Long and narrow, Nightcrawler. A black blur runs over the valley and between the text boxes.
The text boxes vanish and become singed black spots on the comic page. They say, Jade beads, Kerosine, Quiet flier, Deadly weave. A flaming arrow is shot and lands on the ground by the circle of stones.
The assimilated object looks down, surprised by the fire as it quickly spreads. Text describes the sound of the flames rising and the stones crackling as they begin to react to the heat.
The assimilated object begins to shriek. The stones begin to explode around it. Text repeats the word boom. A tall, dark figure watches on from a distance. In the next panel it can be seen at its full height, with the stars churning in the sky behind it as smoke billows upwards. The figure resembles Comet's cloak.
The cries for help turn into screams as the assimilated object tries to morph quickly into a shroud and flee. From a bird's eye view, the fire spreads outwards in a spiral pattern as the shroud runs off into the dark.
A clawed hand emerges slowly from the tall figure.
Text boxes say, In many parts of the world we are taught, That birds are bad omens. The arm continues to extend as hanging beads can be seen up close, hanging from its arm. Text by the beads says rattle rattle. The figure points threateningly towards the shroud as it flees. The text boxes continue, saying, That they bring death. And It's true. They do. But not for me. The word me is large and boldened.
Comet sits up quickly in her tent, gasping loudly. The tent entrance is painterly and warped and exudes a warm glow. Comet stares through it, apparitia still affecting her irises in the close up shot of her face. Comet can see the fire and a figure standing in the far distance
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