The end of a long and tiring day - which, for me, lasted over four years in real-time. Making webcomics is a form of time-travel.
And thus the Phantobomb begins. Please return every day this week to get an update. There will be no author commentary from here on out - I'll let the pages speak for themselves.
I hope you enjoy. I'll see you on the other side~
With tired and exasperated expressions on their faces, Katja and Phaedra slump onto Pavel's bubble, with the room's various decorations and furniture scattered haphazardly around them. Pavel, in stark contrast, beams - he has accomplished much today.
Down below in the dining room, Cal, Lani, and Irving are on the floorboards, with chairs and other items strewn about them. The cracked windows have been partially covered by the drapes, but the darkness beyond still shows through. Everyone has a different reaction to the current events.
Irving: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!
Cal: Hehe. Oh my.
Lani: WE MOVED! we moved we moved we moved we moved we moved we moved
Down below the now-freed Mantaluna - which makes its way away from the cave - a scream slowly grows louder as we go deeper into the red light of the ghostwater. The two Cheths - their glows illuminating a cloud of seaghosts - are going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA with hands outstretched.