ゴジラはロサンゼルスを救うために叫んでいます
Idw Publishing and Tohoの「Godzilla vs. America」シリーズは、2025年4月30日に Godzilla vs. Los Angeles #1で怪物の大暴れを続けています。ガブリエル・ハードマン、J。ゴンゾ、デイブベイカー、ニコールの芸術的才能を紹介するGoux。
ロサンゼルス地域で最近の壊滅的な山火事を考慮して繊細なタイミングを認めて、IDWは Godzilla vs. Los Angeles #1の販売からすべての収益を本Industry Charitable Foundation（BINC)に寄付することを約束しました。火によって。出版社は、コミュニティのサポートへのコミットメントを強調し、漫画のテーマが最近の出来事を偶然反映している一方で、圧倒的な課題に直面して人間の状態を探求することを目的としていることを明確にする声明を発表しました。アソシエイトの編集者であるニコラス・ニーニョによると、物語自体は、アンジェレノスがゴジラと団結し、街の回復力の精神を紹介していることを描いています。この問題には、ゴジラと戦う巨大なローライダーメカと戦ったり、街のしばしば見過ごされている地下鉄システムを横断したりするなど、ユニークなストーリーラインが登場します。
「ロサンゼルスで生まれ育ったので、街で最も才能のある漫画家のいくつかで詰め込まれた漫画に取り組むことができなかった」とニーニョは述べた。 「共通のテーマ？アンジェレノスが集まって自然の力と反撃します。今年は都市にとって一生懸命に始まり、ロサンゼルスを祝うためのより良い方法はまだ最大の課題をもたらすことではありません。モンスター！
- Godzilla vs. Los Angeles *#1の最終注文カットオフは2025年3月24日です。今後のコミックリリースに関するさらなるニュースについては、2025年にMarvelとDCの予想されるタイトルを探ります。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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