I want someone to draw the pivotal scene in comic form from The Secretist part 3.
“Your friend doesn’t know, does she?”
“Doesn’t know what?”
“Leave her out of this.”
It was exhausting, always having to show so many people how wrong they were.
‘I’m here,’ he thought to her.
‘Oh, Jace,’ came the reply.
‘I can’t come to you now, but I want you to listen to my voice. I’m staying with you. I’m not going to leave you.’
‘Don’t leave me.’
‘I’m not going to leave you.’
The districts run on information. Secrets are the life blood of the world. I provide a valuable service to those in need.
Jace made a show of conjuring a spell. His cloak whipped dramatically, and dark mystical smoke curled off his body as he intoned eldritch syllables. His eyes went black as coal, and he raised his crooked fingers to the sky, as if dragging a great weight. The ground split, and great chunks of the street fell into the hellish light below. Sulfurous flames emanated from the crack, and a demonic bellow resounded.
“Ancient lord, I call you!” Jace screamed, and obsidian fire blazed from his hands into the sky.
He had the power to travel to every dimension he could find, but she was the anchor. She tied him to this life on Ravnica. He barely knew anything about her. For being able to peer inside others’ minds at will, he knew very little about people.