Covers. If your copy of the comic is without this part, something happened.
The swollen, distended abdomen of a humanoid spider creature will never not be totally, totally gross. The icing here is that, given his expression, Constantine just figured out what’s up, while everyone else is totally oblivious.
Everybody draws tentacles and cephalopod arms. Not everybody thinks about how the musculature works. Corben does.
Anyone who’s ever attempted to learn a musical instrument, particularly in the brass family, knows this feeling all too well.
I read the issue and I still have very little idea as to how we reached this point. Are we in outer space? In the confines of a human cell? An alien cell? A plant cell? Prophet is clearly the mitochondria in this situation. Are there chloroplasts, is the big question. Is this membrane semi-permeable? Can anyone hear him scream, should he so choose to do so?
Gorillas in the midst! I’m not entirely comfortable with where this is going, but Grodd and his cronies have rarely looked so good.