Issue 29, Page 31
Transcript
1: Outside the temple, the huge roots of Black Mass on the surface writhe and lift up, the surface of their skin bulging.
2: They start to burst in sprays of black goo as wolf heads thrash their way out of the mass, biting and tearing.
3: The tendrils pull in and retract into the moon.
4: The outside area is now devoid of black mass, just leaving streaks of disturbed soil.

;-; I feel only sorrow.
are you in a Gulf?
The moon’s gonna hatch, isn’t it? This is a Lovecraftian homage, you don’t get happy endings in Lovecraft