Lycan：Thomas Janeの新しいホラーコミックの排他的なプレビュー
昨年、IGNは、俳優のトーマス・ジェーンがホラーシリーズのライカンで漫画に挑戦していると報告しました。 Comixology Originalsプラットフォームでの差し迫ったデビューにより、最初の章の独占プレビューを発表できることに興奮しています。
LYCAN ＃1を詳しく見るために、以下のスライドショーギャラリーを探索してください。
Lycan＃1：排他的なコミックブックプレビューギャラリー
8つの画像
ライカンは、ジェーンと脚本家のデイビッド・ジェームズ・ケリー（ローガン）の物語に基づいており、マイク・キャリー（ルシファー、ザ・ワン・ライター）の脚本、ディエゴ・ヤープルのアート、DCアロンソによる色、およびレタリングとワールドデザイン。ティムブラッドストリート（パニッシャーマックス、ヘルブレイザー）がカバーを提供しています。
これが、 Lycan ＃1のComixologyの公式説明です：
1777年：アフリカから戻ってきた国際的な大物ハンターのベテラングループは、小さな英国の島から難破しています。カリドニアンの修理と物資を確保するために、彼らはルドゲートLordからの委員会を受け入れます。若いベネディクト会の修道女の修道院を含む彼の人々を恐怖に陥れる巨大な獣を狩り、破壊します。
Lycan ＃1は、2月18日火曜日にComixology Originalsプラットフォームでのみリリースされます。 Ablaze Comicsの印刷コレクションは、シリーズの完成に続きます。
Comixologyの今後のリリースの詳細については、NYCC 2024で公開された5つの新しいシリーズをご覧ください。また、Marvelの2025ラインナップとDCの2025プランのプレビューをご覧ください。
最新記事
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"
読む
](https://ima.hhn6.com/uploads/18/17380116246797f3e8a8a39.jpg)
