Seeker of Thrones 9-120
Chapter: 9
“Beware thou crawling thing! When the gods clash the sky is red with their lightnings. The hosts of Khamun-re and Astet come forth to do battle, and they smite each other with stars. Turn thou thy face backwards against their black heat, or thou wilt taste death.”
– Ritual warning of the priests of The Azure Palace
That moment when a Bottomless Hunger meets Infinite Recursion.
On another note, I love how Cio’s face in the second panel fully and completely encapsulates how tragic the situation was. That they went to all that trouble and got all those people killed, and it was a pointless exercise.
They don’t even have any extra hands ready to haul away the loot (not that they’d have much luck outrunning the priests at this point). This, my friends, is why you don’t start killing your heist-mates until AFTER you make your getaway.
OH YEEEAH!
She came in like a wreeeeeeeeeeckiiiiiiing baaaaalll
Mottom. She comes. For you.
Things fall apart. The center cannot hold. Chaos is unleashed upon the world.
The Red City comes
The Count interrupted
The Devout ready themselves
The Innocent wait for death
Kool-Aid Mottom
SEE HOW PEACE TURNS TO RUIN WHEN BROKEN QUEENS CAST DOWN AN EYE
DEATH TO ROYALTY
BREAK THE CROWN
Seek heaven through violence.
*Kool Aid Man voice
“Oh, Yeah!”
Welp. Guess who’s back.
Also, we can now see what Cio’s strategically placed strands of hair were concealing:
Blank carapace.
Well yeah, I mean do demons even *have* babies?
When dealing in the vicinity of the seven, you can’t go wrong wrong with full life and afterlife coverage.
Don’t worry, she’s just here for the Friday fish fry.
Independence Day has arrived for the fine citizens of the vault.
Crashing this party. (with no survivors)
It’s funny, because Mottom was sort of having a party on her flying palace. Meaning she is literally crashing a party into the Infinite Recursion Bank.
Off in the distance, man of glass watches these events unfold, aghast, the liquid contents of his hollow sloshing with the tremors of the violence.
“Oh, MAN!”
Oh… Dear…
That’s gonna leave a mark!
Oh fuck.
One way to break into the vault I suppose.
Comes the Eater to the palace of the Lord of Rent.
Mother Om bears the word GLORY.
Sigh oh
Oh sigh
Ten, is ten, whether counted or naught; Count them.
Twelve, is twelve, whether counted or naught: No matter the distraction.
Eternity, is never eternal, whether counted or naught: So count them, for there will be no end of your quest, no matter the distraction.
Sigh oh
Oh sigh.
Ah, it seems that our good Queen’s everything is aflame. Good to know.
Also, hands off our grandfatherly Dragon god. Just don’t.
OHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAA