“Hey guys, I have an idea. Instead of building escape pods that can only hold a few people at a time, what about a container that could hold dozens?”

“Sounds great. What’s the catch?”

“Well, it wouldn’t hold our bodies you understand. Just our spirits. Essence. Whatever you want to call it.”

“Uh huh. And how would we, ah, achieve this state of existence?”

“Oh, we’d have to die as our souls were torn from the meat.”

“And… would we just be unconscious until we could be housed in new, uh, meat? Or..”

“Oh no, we would exist in a state of mind shattering horror for the duration.”

“Sounds good! Let’s do it!”

Alien civilizations are weird.

It helps to imagine that the time between panels 2 and 3 on this page is longer than Sciona just getting knocked over, then looking back at the mushroom cloud. The dust storm that would have kicked up would have taken more than a few seconds to pass. I didn’t really think about it while I was laying the page out, but as I’m posting it, this page could have used a few extra panels to make all that stuff a bit clearer.

Oh, and I forgot the blood splatter on Sciona again. I guess she used a cleaning cantrip. :/

This page colored by Keith.

Double res version will be posted over at Patreon. $1 and up, but feel free to contribute as much as you like.