Chapter 1: A Nostalgic Yesterday intro pgs

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So, guys, since I'm not quick enough to draw multiple stuff, I'm working actively on the novel and though slow, on the main story comic. I'm not sure when I'll upload about the ppg or something about that again x'D but do follow my account over here or the novel if you wanna know moree.

This page is basically the same prologue I had but with some paragraphs from the novel turned into drawings x'D the other pages about the prologue seemed too empty thus why I'm adding this, however, the former page still applies (it's coming on next page)

I'll be adding the next pages on this account I linked above but I wanted to notify people here.

I would upload everything about the story here but I'm not comfortable with disorganization from the "all" folder  


Extract from the novel:

"The redhead, who as the days went by, lost important parts of himself, carried a small skull at the level of his chest while he walked. His expression was completely disturbed, so anyone who saw him would know that he had witnessed the greatest terror in his life and that he would never return to who he was before.

Trapped in what seemed like hell come true, the little boy with red eyes advanced between obstacles with only one objective in mind: to survive and fulfill his wishes. He longed to win at any cost, and thus, recover the most important thing in his life.

However, currently, he was desperately searching for one of his brothers. The city was a disaster, and the more hours passed, the streets filled with desperate people. Furious hordes ran everywhere, indiscriminately attacking whoever was in front of them. It's not that he believed that his brother was weak, on the contrary, he had the ability to defend himself very well..., but how much could he resist if people decided to gang up against him?

With the sudden illumination of lightning, the redhead soon heard the crash of thunder. The boy looked up at the sky and felt the drops quickly hitting his skin.

Without wasting any more time, he continued running until he reached the center of the city, where he witnessed flames engulfing the place and hundreds of people running from others who were trying to kill them.

It could be seen how some violently repeatedly stabbed others on the ground; However, the boy only had eyes for his missing brother. Days of seeing the same massacre and living with the sole objective of victory had caused these scenes to be nothing more than a violent scene decorating his surroundings."